Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Real reality, not fake reality
My face shines in the bathtub faucet,
Where I ponder another night
Of death. I smile
And my shine waxes once more
Before it has waned away forever.
I think of my words,
Infectious, some would say.
I want the world to know
Of what I speak.
I want it to spread like an
Inoperable tumor or wild cancer.
I want it to flee
And nest in the minds of others.
Just for them to get a taste
Of reality, the kind
You won't find on television.
May 19, 2004
Suge
Where I ponder another night
Of death. I smile
And my shine waxes once more
Before it has waned away forever.
I think of my words,
Infectious, some would say.
I want the world to know
Of what I speak.
I want it to spread like an
Inoperable tumor or wild cancer.
I want it to flee
And nest in the minds of others.
Just for them to get a taste
Of reality, the kind
You won't find on television.
May 19, 2004
Suge
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Real reality, not fake reality
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