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Nothing can stop my pen



When I write, essence drops

I drip when I release words, so I want to be hugged and massaged.

It's fun when your worth is acknowledged, more than the likes, it's pure bliss when it's shared.

Then you know value is being multiplied.

Besides the accolades, the reward matters.

Money and readership.

These are the foundations on which my mentalrection are built and stands hard.

I reach intellectual orgasm each time someone reads and makes a life changing decision because I wrote.

It's unnerving and exhausting when you write and for most reasons it doesn't sink with the right audience.

If it gets written and it doesn't get read, that ship didn't sail

And ship must sail!

Like clash of the Titians, the
Gods needed to be worshipped and the humans were no match for the Gods, they knew they had to fight their creators and the only way they could level the playing or battle field was by not worshiping their creators.

Writers are Gods.

We create worlds with words.

Let there be this and it happens at the stroke of a pen.

We are Gods here on earth.

When they said the pen is mightier than the sword they weren't joking.

It's not just mightier, it's sharper.

When they said give the girl child a pen not penis, they knew what they were saying.

The pen can bring you more orgasms and wealth no single penis ever could.

I am a proud God!

I am divinely particular about the works of my hands and the fruits of my intellect.

Naturally, I am not a very outspoken individual.

Intellectually, I am a mind blowing individual.

I thrive with my pen!

Words mean the world to me.

So if you are the kind of person that doesn't listen, we can't connect.

I have zero tolerance for ignorance.

Especially the proud kind of ignorance.

I think hard and then I think smarter!

So if you can't at least be worth my time for one second, don't expect me to think for you if you aren't paying me a dollar for my thoughts.

Gone are the days we tried to keep friendships because of history we both shared and even chemistry.

Now we keep them for the money.

I don't care if we grew up together or played together in the past.

If your friendship isn't worth any value especially the one connected to money or income...

If your friendship isn't profitable, I'll auction it to the lowest bidder...

I say...

Nothing in fact... You aren't even worth my thoughts.

For that one reader that reads me, and learn to unlearn and relearn.

For that one reader that reads me, and takes a stand...

I say thank you for prodding me to think and bleed perfection.

Thank you for the inspiration to burst my head.

It's a high feeling, one you just wanna immerse yourself in and stay.

Because you read, I reign!

Nothing can stop my pen.


Serial Ranter

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