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Sandton City

I had a date with destiny. She was everything I thought I wanted. She was prosperous and promised to share her riches with me. She was gorgeous with her make-up on and towering heels. She resembled a Mac advertisement like Pearl Thusi. Damn! I was star struck, lights were flickering all about, it was like a dream and I was unconscious, locked in a trance of Gucci patterns and colors. She was glorious. I was impressed but that was not enough for her. To grant my hearts desires I had to give her my soul. To relinquish control of my core beliefs and values. She wanted my blood on the contract. It was a big test for me. Do I give in and get lost in the magic maze? Or do I stay put and believe in my process and believe that time will prove me right? I’ve been hungry all my life, starved to the bone, dreaming, contemplating about forever and her role in my life. I come from a place of broken dreams, Alex, the hood, a place where dreams die. There’s a reason it’s called Gomorrah, it’s biblical, because it can be hell. Will Sandton City save me with her designer dress and Louis Vuitton handbag? Am I willing to recede into the darkness with her? I have been broke for so long that I feel like a virgin. Do I trust her? She wants too much, I can’t. I will not bend to her rules, her conventions of passivity. She wants to dominate and make all the decisions for me. While life is a stage, I am not a puppet stringed along by a puppeteer. Unfortunately, this is not a Charlie Kaufman movie, this is my life and I am the lead, the star. Maybe if she encouraged growth and freewill. For goodness sakes I am life, a miracle; I sometimes wonder how am I conscious, who are you to want to control that? God? I wish she loved me for who I am. That’s a big frailty in the psychology of man, the tendency to want to be loved and accepted for our intrinsic qualities even though life is subjective and relative. The nerve, we truly are narcissistic creatures. Still, I thought you’d be the one to stroke my ego. It’s a tragedy that life never unfolds the way we want it to. I couldn’t take your offer I am sorry. I am better than this. I am not someone you can ground. I vibrate on a higher frequency. I am too opinionated and yes, I am a “Mr. Know it all” who thinks he knows it all. I won’t apologize for being an individual. I won’t apologize for thinking for myself. I see the world through my lens and don’t seek confirmation from anyone. Do I have a problem with authority? Yes, and I am an egotistical narcissist who has grand visions about his future. That I say with pride. And maybe I am deluded but you can’t bring me down with your domineering and condescending words. You cannot validate who I am, that’s my job. I am too dimensional. I am too great. I emit an energy that’s commanding and my presence is felt like acid to the burning flesh. I am fire, a phenomenon you can’t keep your eyes off. I am exciting like the first day of the new year, I represent great prospects. I am overwhelming like running water in a glass. I am the best. Keep your promises of grandeur, I don’t worship false prophets. I create my own destiny, play the cards that I deal and dominate the world I walk on. While it’s true that I am too hungry, I won’t just eat anything. I am too finicky like a rich housewife better yet a Duchess, a Princess in the upper echelon of the aristocratic circle and so, I never settle. I know my worth. I know where I want to be. It will only take a moment for everything to change. I want it, the winning shot, the headlines, my name in lights, the glory! I will wait for my break, it’s coming.

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MONEY

Money makes her smile, emotions flooding through her circuitry, it makes her dance, on poles, on tables just so she can start her stable. To be able, and not depend on anyone, she’ll take the labels. Bitch, slut, yea whatever, as long as she can pay the cable. Money makes her laugh, a deep haughty guffaw that paralyzes the body with bliss. She has a connection with money and it’s more intimate than a kiss. Third base, in bed with money biting it to cause a lisp. If you ain’t got money, she’ll overlook you like an eclipse. Money, money, money makes the world go round. You pull up with your Honda, but it ain’t make a sound. Beastly and animalistic that will make her come, big body with an attitude, prize loose like latitude, breathing fire that expands in magnitude, your Civic, yea that’s kind of cute. Money, money, money can buy you happiness. You can have everything in abundance and won’t have to settle for less. Walking around in mink coats, coasting around the borders in expensive boats. Drinking champagne and eating lobster, associating with celebrities, fucking pornsters. Money, money, money, walking on marble, consumed by majestic views, sights of waves billowing in the calm mountain apartment, carressed by the sun and blessed by the hand of God. Money, money, money, what you want? 9 to 5 money, that’s safe money, slave money, enough to keep you docile and obedient money. That’s not enough money, it’s simply stay off float money, not enough to reach your goals money, you’ll never have enough money. Maybe drug dealer and criminal money? Dirty money, it’s floss at the club money, fuck bad bitches at the club money, stunt what you wearing money, consume alcohol everyday with your friends money, fast money, cold from a bullet from heat money. Maybe stripper money, working the pole money, lap dance money, hustler money, suck your dick money, fuck you and your friend money, daddy issues with no options money. People do anything and everything to get money. We are all brain dead like a mummy, yet the taste still persists, sweet like honey, we can’t let go, we are addicted, completely hypnotized to the idea of money.