Stevi's Storied Life

The best ideas are stolen and improved upon.  I won't claim that my understanding of the universe is better than Einstein's or yours,  whatever you may subscribe to, if you even care to conceptualize what is. I'm more of a philosopher than a physicist, so that being said, my take on this equation will not necessarily make sense in a scientific or mathematical way. Everything is connected. People forget that.  There are three universal languages in this world and none are spoken.  Music,  math,  and art, and they're really all one in the same. How can numbers be art,  you ask? Or music? For one thing,  they're beautiful solely for the fact that they cannot lie,  unless they're being used as a statistic. Still,  it's the person manipulating them who's the liar.  Steve Goodman once said,  "Sixty-five percent of statistics are made up on the spot." Apparently one in eight people has HIV and doesn't know it.  AIDS is a ...

I've decided that I'm the female version of Dean from Supernatural due to my affinity for bars and diners meets Archer because of my endearing-to-some, unapologetically narcissistic mask I wear to hide the fact that I actually have feelings sometimes. Don't catch the feels. They'll eat you alive if you don't know yourself well enough to maintain. Actually,  I just want to bang the live action ideal of Archer. The juke here at this legit 50s style Denny's sings, "When you're happy like a fool/ Let it take you over...You gotta take it in/ This is gonna be a good life." These days my favorite music is shamelessly happy pop. I've listened to enough depressingly wrist-slash-worthy music during my life. Of course,  I am far too vain to ever sever them,  but it was always a pleasure to burn.  I'm through burning for anything else. I've made it through the proverbial wilderness.  Mmm Maroon 5. He was so high he did not recognize. Oh. He did....

MC can stand for many things. I thought it was just another term for DJ. Turns out it's also main character or motorcycle club or even mouse club,  depending who you ask.  Ever seen the Mouse and the Motorcycle?  Fun for the whole family,  y'all.  Pardon my fragmented sentences. It's Mexican Monday. Speaking of Mexicans, I sell motorcycles now. Just waiting for that first check yo come in.  Sales suits me. You know what Rush says: The Spirit of the radio...echoes with the sound of SALESMEN! If you don't know,  now you know.  I enjoy the challenge of taking something that's been a lifelong interest that I previously knew shit nothing about and turning it into something lucrative.  Sometimes the best opportunities for change and ultimately success come when you least expect them.  I am blessed. Today didn't begin the greatest, but once I let go of an old preoccupation with an idea, hopeless dream, not even almost lover,  I had a go...

RE: ALWAYS The radio swears up and down that someone cares. I spoke with you, months ago now-- I thought... That was my first mistake. It's not the end of the world if you don't want to know me anymore, But it is the end of an Era in my heart, My sweetest dream. Why hold onto hopes that will never become reality? My inner eternal optimist says, "Stop being negative." The rational asshole says, "Fuck that.  You're bring real. He doesn't give a damn.  Move on." But...we spoke about the future-- We're supposed to meet at a park. Was it all a dream? Scam? I'm done with the head games. I made it all up. It never happened. He wasn't you,  but he said he COULD be. Wild goose chases led me back to the Cuckoo's nest. I'm not crazy. I'm just confused. Unecessarily. I hear them talk about "us," Misinterpreted gab about nobody. Ha! You've made it clear as possible without blatantly telling me to fuck off...

Airplanes soar high Above me I want to fly away With you Or drive somewhere We've never been Before Let's go to Cali Pull a Katy Perry Kitty Purry I want it so bad Come here Give it to me, baby I'm fiendin' Still feels like I'm Dreaming I wouldn't have it Any other way You know I'm addicted To you That beautiful Mind-- Be my Belated Valentine.

The freaks come out at night In the psych ward, y'all Unit 3 be teemin' wit dem demons How they love to yell and cry Tranq me to sleep, but I can't Break free from this nightmare Sweet dreams scared away by The bellows down the hall I want to be free, so I comply I smile at them all, and I miss the starry sky and A boy, no man, who will hold Me tight, come into me, Souls alight, all arms, Legs, torsos matched in a Perfect cradle, either side, Sweet lips to graze every inch Of our skin, lick where I need It, mmmmm, want to do it again? I miss you. I was wrong, didn't Know--you're the one I need-- It was you all along, now PLEASE, be my sweet reality.

They be on my ass Like flies on shit Not just any dame I am THE fuckin' shit Fuck with me or my fam Your ass gon' get hit Best respect My genius or I'll sick My madness On your mind Don't insult My intelligence and Leave the past behind This moment right here Is all we got Right here Right now Eternal Truth Everything Nothing This This is your dream When I sleep You'll wake in mine I see you all the time I remember Verse A beautiful Rhyme You need reason Tis the season God smiles on you From above Come out and play, Love Greet the day I'll protect You at night Until we once again Live in the light I got a Master's In Life Working on my Dissertation Call me Dr. Who What? When? Where? Why? I'm taking over Your station Still got love For that FM dial Y'all know how I do This is my TRUTH If I reveal my feels It may be a lie But I cross my heart Hope to die If I tell you what I KNOW That shit...