smoke and mirrors

shits gone sour. nothings shocking anymore. the celebrities are boring. the talent is diluted. the “it” factor lies in the coin purse. the objectives are so neglected. character remains strangled. popularity is welfare. looks like a debit but its an ebt. 

they look like fun people. but they aren’t like me. 

… and since I am more interested in self beautification, new revelations and my well being, I’ll pass on the smoke and mirrors. what glitters isnt even fools gold. fools get old. the wise ones keep living. 

lost simpletons in a lewd world. i’ll shed light on a territory of familiarity. I have witnessed soul selling and tap danced in lucifers cavern. found new ones only to lose them to the lost ones. had wild nights and forgetful mornings. lived far from the blacklight dancing in the red. made friends with the enemy. got tangled in the fantasy. blew money, blew brains, blew time and connection. i remember the last duche i saw make it rain in the club. wonder where he is now. so much for being cool. 

stability. sanity. morals. identity and talent. sip on that for a bit. taste each flavor and word respectfully. define your path and purpose by your strengths: mental, physical, spiritual and emotional. slide off anothers cashmere coattails and create the path that is considered unfathomable. that boys and girls is called making it, making history. purpose driven living. take another sip and swallow. 

delicious truth. 

- luv

p.s.

hype is dead.