Double Mastery

I have worked for at least four hours today. Four hours at least of the writing I have done today. Is this enough work to justify my existence? is this enough work so that it’s okay to continue to live and be alive? Is this enough work so that I can have a beating pulse and a working digestive system? Is it okay that I walk around and eat some food and take a walk in the fresh air if I have worked for four hours? Is that okay with you? Is all this connecting words together doing anything? Am I making the effort? My father seems proud of me, he seems happy and pleased with me being in the house lately, he seems not to want to throw me out. Yet I’m determined to DO something, anything, other than nothing. it’s just that the thing I need to be doing right at this exact moment: I’m not sure what that is. It’s totally up to me to figure it out. Every afternoon I come to a confusion point, about what I should be doing next. Have I worked “hard” enough on my writing? It just does not feel like I am putting enough effort into this, into this creation from nothing that results in having something other than nothing. It always feels like I am doing the wrong thing, and I do not know what the right thing is. Yet is there a right thing? Does anybody know the right thing to be doing? I guess there’s no right or wrong in doing. Any doing does not get measured or judged by anybody but you, and you are all that exists! Anything at all you could be doing, and that would be the right thing. I have chosen to work for twenty five minutes in this block of writing, then I will feel accomplished for working for four hours today, even though I do not know if it’s the right way I’m going with my doing. It feels like the wrong way, because no pussy has fallen into my lap. I feel like if I were inside the pussy of a hot bitch, then maybe that was the right course of action to be doing that I was doing all that time. Could I squeeze out a little bit more action in my writing? Is there any “improvement” in my writing that I notice? Not really. I don’t reread that often. Yet what is the action to be doing that will get me the least amount of arrested, and the most amount of pussy? What is the series of actions that becomes a habit, that results in less incarceration and more pussy? I’m not really sure. You cannot get arrested for going for a walk. It’s legal to go for a walk, I know that for sure, so perhaps that’s the right course of action, because it results in the least amount of handcuffs around my wrists. But then I will feel guilty that I did not do enough writing, and I’m pretty sure... or rather it’s my guess, that the more writing I’m doing, the better of a master I’m getting at writing, and this mastery... the bitches love mastery man, the hoes fucking LOVE when a man is a master at an artform. It gets the ladies all fired up in their undergarments when a man dun gone around and fucked amid and screwed about himself into some damn MASTERY of an artform. This man went ahead and got that MASTERY in writing my brotha, don’t you knowwww about it? This gets the ladies pussies alllll types of dampened, my fella, when a man has mastered some skill that other men are not mastering. He got that DOUBLE-DOUBLE mastery for a little bit of pussy my brother, that DOUBLE DOUBLE mastery for a little bit of pussy. All this mastery for a little bit of pussy, Daystar? You got alllllll this mootherfucking mastery for a just a liiiiiiiiiittle bit of Pussy Daystar? You the MAN daystar. I NEVER heard some shit like this my brotha, this is some wild and crazy shit my man. WHEEEW Daystar over here... let me tell you about my friend Daystar.. he got that DOUBLE--DOUBLE mastery for a little bit of pussy. This man studied harrrrd my brotha, he did all this studying these books, he copied out all these books by hand, to get that mastery in poetry for just a liiiiiiiiiittle bit of pussy maaaan wheeeeeeew that’s some incredible shit daystar. Daystar spent ten GODDAM YEARS playing the drums, practicing in his little room, all by himself, no friends, no parties, no drugs and drinking, he practiced the drums, he likes to play them bongos, he got that mastery HARD man, he got that mastery in the drum set, then he went ahead and got that mastery in POETRY also... for a LITTLE bit of pussy Daystar? All this double double mastery for a LITTLE bit of pussy daystar? Yo Daystar, my man, I’m gonna call the governor of Africa and tell him about you. I’m gonna call up the governor of Africa. I’m gonna Say, “hello, mr Governor of Africa? I got my man Daystar here. He a white man, I know, we gon’ forgive him for that, but I wanted to tell you mr Governor of Africa about my man Daystar. This man, this LEGEND, got that DOUBLE DOUBLE mastery for alittle bit of pussy mr governor of Africa. I think we need to name a city of Africa after this man. If any man deserves a city named after em it’s Daystar here. He got one of those sensitive souls, mr governor, he a man with a sensitive, beautiful soul and a soft heart, I think we need to name a country in Africa after this man. He got a DOuble mastery for sum pussssssy brutha. Could’ve walked up to some random lady and bonked her on the head with a club like the cave mens used to do, then dragged her body into the woods, and fucked her while she was unconscious, but this man got that DOUBLE-DOUBLE mastery for a liiiiiiiiittle bitta pussy mister governor. Daystar went the HARD way bruh, daystar loves doing things the HARD way. He likes to feel like he EARNT that pussy bruh. Twenty YEARS getting that double double mastery for a little bit of pussy, brah. yo, yo, yo, Daystar, I want you to do something for me man, when you finally get that pussy, that Double-Double Mastery Pussy, I want you to describe how it feeeel, then write a poem about it, bruh. Write a poem about that shit man, when you get that double double mastery pussy, I’m gonna get that shit tattooed on my bitch. Cuz that’s beautiful to me my brotha, You a beautiful soul with a soft heart, I love you Daystar, come ere man give me a hug man you a beautiful soul. I’m gonna name my first born son after you Daystar .WHEEEEEEEEW that DOUBLE DOUBLE mastery for a little bit of pussy. Daystar on that seventeenth century Victorian GENTLEMAN shit!!