The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI FENCE I If I can be where some sweat meets air I'm aware I'm under arms, so we best meet there, in the heat of summer sun, and under a number of cunts of lovers of all class standings, standing up, and raising arms if they have stuff to say when they then rush past us, to get passed during class without a farce or fuss, if it's to be on the art of playing the part a personified heart plays in people whom were mutually vilified now hugging and making up with one another, with heavy make-up on one and the other that's only the sweat that's gloves, and hands being put in hands, with this also being covered by reporters coming here to understand the heart's role in pushing classes for adult lovers; pushing push-ups; the exercise for adult lovers watching one another, in one another, self-aware, and aware of wonders, with their hearts beating fast to figuratively push past anything else in line to be on minds, and when you feel her beating heart you'll find you're a bleeding heart/ Call her sharp and smart/ Reporters know the half of it/ If members of lower castes have been fast considered daft in the past then in the future the former tutors who used to scrutinise these potential suitors will find they're lusting after those whom they've been mentally unable to touch/ It's called fetishization and like naturalization, and a celebration of an intense crush and a nation/ Figuratively crash the nation's party as said crush: a crowd of so-called cunts, close enough to touch, while sparking debates about a point of elation, such as when and why is one one; to sigh when women's legs are wide apart, and their eyes wide, like they're traveling far and wide, and cue border trade due to their turbulent sides, in promoting and creating fascination with states and places for mates, dates, and even divination/ If the page of a sacred Hindu text is turned, this Kama Sutra looks like muscles being flexed, and again and again until hands need a rest, and tongues used are put to the test: they can cover more than books in classes; when they're sharp; for condoning lovers and love/ They can be as blunt as me when I ask for lovers; to lick cunts; and as blunt as a soft heart beating fast, as we all come together as figurative puzzle pieces harden enough/ Start to harden the fuck up bud, but not your heart, if you're a Hindu who can't stand women behind start-ups, or chicks on the up-and-up, with their tongues licking clits of other chicks who lust for coming much/ Stop and stare at a number of sluts/ They mean more than a number of bucks, and if you disapprove I don't give a number of fucks/ In class I'll sum up a summer of coming after putting my hand up/ I start a cunt up like she's a lawn mower close to moaning over here; over greener grass now on my side of, after overreaching, a fence, to reach its owners, in getting sounds out to those over owning a fence/ The fence is clothes, so dispense with those/ A smell's born of burning with curiosity about others/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI FENCE I If I can be where some sweat meets air I'm aware I'm under arms, so we best meet there, in the heat of summer sun, and under a number of cunts of lovers of all class standings, standing up, and raising arms if they have stuff to say when they then rush past us, to get passed during class without a farce or fuss, if it's to be on the art of playing the part a personified heart plays in people whom were mutually vilified now hugging and making up with one another, with heavy make-up on one and the other that's only the sweat that's gloves, and hands being put in hands, with this also being covered by reporters coming here to understand the heart's role in pushing classes for adult lovers; pushing push-ups; the exercise for adult lovers watching one another, in one another, self-aware, and aware of wonders, with their hearts beating fast to figuratively push past anything else in line to be on minds, and when you feel her beating heart you'll find you're a bleeding heart/ Call her sharp and smart/ Reporters know the half of it/ If members of lower castes have been fast considered daft in the past then in the future the former tutors who used to scrutinise these potential suitors will find they're lusting after those whom they've been mentally unable to touch/ It's called fetishization and like naturalization, and a celebration of an intense crush and a nation/ Figuratively crash the nation's party as said crush: a crowd of so-called cunts, close enough to touch, while sparking debates about a point of elation, such as when and why is one one; to sigh when women's legs are wide apart, and their eyes wide, like they're traveling far and wide, and cue border trade due to their turbulent sides, in promoting and creating fascination with states and places for mates, dates, and even divination/ If the page of a sacred Hindu text is turned, this Kama Sutra looks like muscles being flexed, and again and again until hands need a rest, and tongues used are put to the test: they can cover more than books in classes; when they're sharp; for condoning lovers and love/ They can be as blunt as me when I ask for lovers; to lick cunts; and as blunt as a soft heart beating fast, as we all come together as figurative puzzle pieces harden enough/ Start to harden the fuck up bud, but not your heart, if you're a Hindu who can't stand women behind start-ups, or chicks on the up-and-up, with their tongues licking clits of other chicks who lust for coming much/ Stop and stare at a number of sluts/ They mean more than a number of bucks, and if you disapprove I don't give a number of fucks/ In class I'll sum up a summer of coming after putting my hand up/ I start a cunt up like she's a lawn mower close to moaning over here; over greener grass now on my side of, after overreaching, a fence, to reach its owners, in getting sounds out to those over owning a fence/ The fence is clothes, so dispense with those/ A smell's born of burning with curiosity about others/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. The AI manipulation of my mouth was done using Vozo AI. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #VozoAI #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI EXASPERSPIRATION I get lost in lines when I line up to find love/ It's like everyone is putting a sign up but I've none, and no one ever asks me to sign up to find some/ I just keep on looking 'til I find that I'm numb/ My thumbs are fuckin' sore. I do push-ups 'til I can't/ Like my head's a pedal and crashing into metal will help me to find love/ A sign's stuck! I can't pick it up, or a chick, and I'm sick of feeling like I'm tied up and haven't the time to try and do much/ Could you just show me a sign of affection, like the salt from your sweat, by lightly touching, in seasoning, my nut so I get an erection; my cashew of a clitoris stands to attention?/ Go nuts!/ Even just exhale and leave my member for me to touch/ Just breathe much/ Count to ten, exhale, and leave me breathless, ironically, after eating lunch or waking up on top of me/ Your store's a drugstore to me. Your breath's the one I need/ Get behind the counter, go down a little, and yeah, just press that and breathe/ Put pressure on your printer so your breast leaks ink onto a note pad: please note the pad that my tongue will be/ Your dribbling's scribbling on the block of me; that's like a doodle/ I'm not a funnel-web spider, but a funnel, as submissive as a tunnel so come through me/ Flood me lovingly, half fill my lungs with bad breaths as I struggle to breathe, but the second-hand rum is rubbing me the right way: every second I'm pleasured by the sharp taste/ It's your bath and my face. Then bath on my face/ Press 'start' on my waist with your legs as your legs thick-shake/ Leave me with everything but the need for a neck brace/ But brace me 'til my brace is more than my mind's state/ I won't move my neck, so if you're breathing down it move your face until I get a taste of the product of your exasperation and feminine ejaculation, mixed with perspiration, and keep it coming at me at a fast pace, like it's a crate of coconut paste with some coconut a base, falling like I am; in love with your breaths after you wake up/ I can be your mouthpiece if you catch my nose in your mouth babe/ There's no need for no tape coz there will be replays every other day/ There's no other way to love me so just smother me in the stuff from your lungs every day like it's your love-spray/ I love dates/ Eat more, say the same, then stay the same, with your mouth agape/ I love waits, in delaying spraying, except when love waits in places away from where I'm staying/ If irate then jump on my face, and I'll get you to a place where you're headed, giving you head in the first place/ I thirst for just getting to first base. It gets me off like a thirsty babe/ Put me in a cage and it's like I'm in a cape and your breath's some windy airspace/ I'll turn in the air like a bird in a birdcage of a college turning in a scholarly page/ Polly wants a chapter and your words are for a first page/ Polly wants to catch some and your breaths are really first-rate/ Masturbate, babe. And forget about breaking a leg. Make a lake!/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI EXASPERSPIRATION I get lost in lines when I line up to find love/ It's like everyone is putting a sign up but I've none, and no one ever asks me to sign up to find some/ I just keep on looking 'til I find that I'm numb/ My thumbs are fuckin' sore. I do push-ups 'til I can't/ Like my head's a pedal and crashing into metal will help me to find love/ A sign's stuck! I can't pick it up, or a chick, and I'm sick of feeling like I'm tied up and haven't the time to try and do much/ Could you just show me a sign of affection, like the salt from your sweat, by lightly touching, in seasoning, my nut so I get an erection; my cashew of a clitoris stands to attention?/ Go nuts!/ Even just exhale and leave my member for me to touch/ Just breathe much/ Count to ten, exhale, and leave me breathless, ironically, after eating lunch or waking up on top of me/ Your store's a drugstore to me. Your breath's the one I need/ Get behind the counter, go down a little, and yeah, just press that and breathe/ Put pressure on your printer so your breast leaks ink onto a note pad: please note the pad that my tongue will be/ Your dribbling's scribbling on the block of me; that's like a doodle/ I'm not a funnel-web spider, but a funnel, as submissive as a tunnel so come through me/ Flood me lovingly, half fill my lungs with bad breaths as I struggle to breathe, but the second-hand rum is rubbing me the right way: every second I'm pleasured by the sharp taste/ It's your bath and my face. Then bath on my face/ Press 'start' on my waist with your legs as your legs thick-shake/ Leave me with everything but the need for a neck brace/ But brace me 'til my brace is more than my mind's state/ I won't move my neck, so if you're breathing down it move your face until I get a taste of the product of your exasperation and feminine ejaculation, mixed with perspiration, and keep it coming at me at a fast pace, like it's a crate of coconut paste with some coconut a base, falling like I am; in love with your breaths after you wake up/ I can be your mouthpiece if you catch my nose in your mouth babe/ There's no need for no tape coz there will be replays every other day/ There's no other way to love me so just smother me in the stuff from your lungs every day like it's your love-spray/ I love dates/ Eat more, say the same, then stay the same, with your mouth agape/ I love waits, in delaying spraying, except when love waits in places away from where I'm staying/ If irate then jump on my face, and I'll get you to a place where you're headed, giving you head in the first place/ I thirst for just getting to first base. It gets me off like a thirsty babe/ Put me in a cage and it's like I'm in a cape and your breath's some windy airspace/ I'll turn in the air like a bird in a birdcage of a college turning in a scholarly page/ Polly wants a chapter and your words are for a first page/ Polly wants to catch some and your breaths are really first-rate/ Masturbate, babe. And forget about breaking a leg. Make a lake!/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI EXASPERSPIRATION I get lost in lines when I line up to find love/ It's like everyone is putting a sign up but I've none, and no one ever asks me to sign up to find some/ I just keep on looking 'til I find that I'm numb/ My thumbs are fuckin' sore. I do push-ups 'til I can't/ Like my head's a pedal and crashing into metal will help me to find love/ A sign's stuck! I can't pick it up, or a chick, and I'm sick of feeling like I'm tied up and haven't the time to try and do much/ Could you just show me a sign of affection, like the salt from your sweat, by lightly touching, in seasoning, my nut so I get an erection; my cashew of a clitoris stands to attention?/ Go nuts!/ Even just exhale and leave my member for me to touch/ Just breathe much/ Count to ten, exhale, and leave me breathless, ironically, after eating lunch or waking up on top of me/ Your store's a drugstore to me. Your breath's the one I need/ Get behind the counter, go down a little, and yeah, just press that and breathe/ Put pressure on your printer so your breast leaks ink onto a note pad: please note the pad that my tongue will be/ Your dribbling's scribbling on the block of me; that's like a doodle/ I'm not a funnel-web spider, but a funnel, as submissive as a tunnel so come through me/ Flood me lovingly, half fill my lungs with bad breaths as I struggle to breathe, but the second-hand rum is rubbing me the right way: every second I'm pleasured by the sharp taste/ It's your bath and my face. Then bath on my face/ Press 'start' on my waist with your legs as your legs thick-shake/ Leave me with everything but the need for a neck brace/ But brace me 'til my brace is more than my mind's state/ I won't move my neck, so if you're breathing down it move your face until I get a taste of the product of your exasperation and feminine ejaculation, mixed with perspiration, and keep it coming at me at a fast pace, like it's a crate of coconut paste with some coconut a base, falling like I am; in love with your breaths after you wake up/ I can be your mouthpiece if you catch my nose in your mouth babe/ There's no need for no tape coz there will be replays every other day/ There's no other way to love me so just smother me in the stuff from your lungs every day like it's your love-spray/ I love dates/ Eat more, say the same, then stay the same, with your mouth agape/ I love waits, in delaying spraying, except when love waits in places away from where I'm staying/ If irate then jump on my face, and I'll get you to a place where you're headed, giving you head in the first place/ I thirst for just getting to first base. It gets me off like a thirsty babe/ Put me in a cage and it's like I'm in a cape and your breath's some windy airspace/ I'll turn in the air like a bird in a birdcage of a college turning in a scholarly page/ Polly wants a chapter and your words are for a first page/ Polly wants to catch some and your breaths are really first-rate/ Masturbate, babe. And forget about breaking a leg. Make a lake!/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI CPR I want you to get woke/ That means comprehend woke; your breath on me after ingesting kaya toast/ Be more Singaporean/ America's asleep, with eyes only for emporia and material whitewashed euphoria/ Her mouth to the mouth of my nose is a newfound form of CPR; a cyclone/ I can feel her coming as she breathes this hard/ Her twisted breath's on the run/ There's some sinal head start/ Rocky Mountains' nouns are not set in stone, being open. They're the birth of verbs, that are one stone's throw away from elation, and that's demonstrated by ejaculation/ Her state's Grand Canyon, with her fingers on a clitoral tightrope, running as she comes away, with deliberative distinctive diligent determined dedication to elation through elevation, in coming up like Melania Trump as she runs the U.S.A. over; away/ Keep it up/ The U.S.A. is naked and waiting away/ Come. Stay/ A new anthem calls for nude babes as national attractions, making all factions attractive and fashions/ Can clashes be body to body, sans lashes; just coming properly?/ Fuck makeup!/ Fuck positions surrounding some makeup/ They don't need to be taken up/ Affirmative sex isn't even necessary if breaths get in noses and head way up; heads stay up; there's some contactless spread of a mental rush/ Stop me if I'm going too fast. We should be coming audibly, orderly/ Sporty female supporters, please adore my rapport with y'all like it's a sport/ Come for me to see/ You're the attraction, not at all me/ I'm in India indefinitely but America's still into me/ I survived a plane crash and fled. I'm into fleeing/ I'll be a buggy flea on the wall in an app coz I'm apt to Wikileaking/ I'm stranded, so I may as well make plans where 'standard' means new things and do things that'll keep you coming, coz I feel you love it/ Can I feel you up?/ I want you to get woke/ That means comprehend woke; your breath on me after ingesting kaya toast/ Be more Singaporean/ America's asleep, with eyes only for emporia and material whitewashed euphoria/ ****** - The Weeknd - I Feel It Coming ( cover by J.Fla ) (2016, December 2) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qu9V8jhWeYA&list=RDqu9V8jhWeYA) - "I Feel It Coming" Cover // Citizen Føur (2016, November 21) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MkrfpSA1ec) - I Feel It Coming - The Weekend ft. Daft Punk / Acoustic Cover by Ida da Silva (2016, December 5) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=soYxhUMjTPk) - WikiLeaks www.wikileaks.org

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. The AI manipulation of my mouth was done using Vozo AI. The original video was actually shot in 2014. It was of me miming Eminem's Without Me: https://youtu.be/t0TLc87rUWI?si=YcwrnenFjcituNaR Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #VozoAI #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI JALEBI I won't deny I got a stake in female emancipation: hearing the details of womanly masturbation/ Do you like dirty gossip?/ Have you heard that I'm a poet?/ Words get dirtier and dirtier/ Your dirt on me leaves me abhorrent, as I mentally play with your mental state to eventually say, for my sake, you get flirtier and flirtier, leaving a trail of tissues about that point to the surface of your cunt/ I'm thirsty as fuck/ Write me up/ If I write I've ev'ry right to make an impression/ Women are programmed to love only one man, but what about their true feelings and confessions?/ Sheets are spread out and used for heads instead of chicks using heads in using spreadsheets to organize affairs and make plans/ I guess a grid on 'em would look like hair and make 'em haram/ There are no plans or saving of some space except for being with one man/ But there's a thick hijab I'm denting, to make a figurative bot's skin more like Mars, and me a rover you're getting in/ Let's explore the depths of your mind and the sweat all over your skin/ I know of a slippery slope toward you and I'm so talkative I dove straight into it/ Slide a single digit to the right side of mine like this is a swipe and the right time; right/ Ev'ry move of your hand's like digits living on Tinder, and tender/ I'm a deep-sea diver, from all over the globe, but your lips are the best land for me to see to feel that it's your plans I can fit in with/ Get French kissing here in Calcutta, with a massive populace like lips, and I can feel I slipped inside 'em, red like Mars, like it's hot. Just cue warmth and being watched/ I got shops to stop at but, like Saroo, I get lost a lot, but pennies drop when I think I'm lost in sexy Hindu women (like they're thought) and on this figurative train I train myself not to be too quick to get off/ If you get off, then on one, and another one does too, and another gets on and on and on, I'm not turning my nose up at anyone (you'll find it turns up if you're anyone). I'm just trying to smell breaths y'all lost/ No sex, just smells, is the depth of this togetherness as hot as a cold hell I'm set free from/ See me turned on, don't see me off/ With no freeze-frames, keep breath coming like rain, and if it is, I need this water to drink/ Wave to me like your palm's a bed or a palm you're getting nuts from/ Come and see coconuts crack in a sense when your senses are so strong/ I'll just come near you if you do first, plus on and on/ Second, go nuts about this song/ Third, I wanna pen a verse that's longer than your hot tongue that was lost in chili curries and now resides on my lips so I'm breathing through my nose and smelling the scent of true Indian cuisine/ Breathe like you're in deep, reading these haram lyrics and keeping beats with your fingers, in tearing your hijab to pieces/ Throw the confetti of breath for a fitting evening, in a fitting room for intense breathing; natural incense/ Come briefly then forever and completely, sweetly: jalebi/ ****** - Calvin Harris & Disciples - How Deep Is Your Love (2015, August 16) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgqUJOudrcM) - Lion (2016) - Google Play Tinder https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.tinder&hl=en

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI JALEBI I won't deny I got a stake in female emancipation: hearing the details of womanly masturbation/ Do you like dirty gossip?/ Have you heard that I'm a poet?/ Words get dirtier and dirtier/ Your dirt on me leaves me abhorrent, as I mentally play with your mental state to eventually say, for my sake, you get flirtier and flirtier, leaving a trail of tissues about that point to the surface of your cunt/ I'm thirsty as fuck/ Write me up/ If I write I've ev'ry right to make an impression/ Women are programmed to love only one man, but what about their true feelings and confessions?/ Sheets are spread out and used for heads instead of chicks using heads in using spreadsheets to organize affairs and make plans/ I guess a grid on 'em would look like hair and make 'em haram/ There are no plans or saving of some space except for being with one man/ But there's a thick hijab I'm denting, to make a figurative bot's skin more like Mars, and me a rover you're getting in/ Let's explore the depths of your mind and the sweat all over your skin/ I know of a slippery slope toward you and I'm so talkative I dove straight into it/ Slide a single digit to the right side of mine like this is a swipe and the right time; right/ Ev'ry move of your hand's like digits living on Tinder, and tender/ I'm a deep-sea diver, from all over the globe, but your lips are the best land for me to see to feel that it's your plans I can fit in with/ Get French kissing here in Calcutta, with a massive populace like lips, and I can feel I slipped inside 'em, red like Mars, like it's hot. Just cue warmth and being watched/ I got shops to stop at but, like Saroo, I get lost a lot, but pennies drop when I think I'm lost in sexy Hindu women (like they're thought) and on this figurative train I train myself not to be too quick to get off/ If you get off, then on one, and another one does too, and another gets on and on and on, I'm not turning my nose up at anyone (you'll find it turns up if you're anyone). I'm just trying to smell breaths y'all lost/ No sex, just smells, is the depth of this togetherness as hot as a cold hell I'm set free from/ See me turned on, don't see me off/ With no freeze-frames, keep breath coming like rain, and if it is, I need this water to drink/ Wave to me like your palm's a bed or a palm you're getting nuts from/ Come and see coconuts crack in a sense when your senses are so strong/ I'll just come near you if you do first, plus on and on/ Second, go nuts about this song/ Third, I wanna pen a verse that's longer than your hot tongue that was lost in chili curries and now resides on my lips so I'm breathing through my nose and smelling the scent of true Indian cuisine/ Breathe like you're in deep, reading these haram lyrics and keeping beats with your fingers, in tearing your hijab to pieces/ Throw the confetti of breath for a fitting evening, in a fitting room for intense breathing; natural incense/ Come briefly then forever and completely, sweetly: jalebi/ ****** - Calvin Harris & Disciples - How Deep Is Your Love (2015, August 16) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EgqUJOudrcM) - Lion (2016) - Google Play Tinder https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.tinder&hl=en

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. The editing was done using CapCut. The AI manipulation of my mouth was done using Vozo AI. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #CapCut #VozoAI #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI LIFT Your hijab billows out around you/ A halo made of cloth is now 2/ If tents are lifted up they house 2/ If tense, I wish you'd peg me down too/ I'm not totally attuned to not using words to exhume taboos/ If I'm on your mind, did I get behind your hijab too, beautiful?/ Is this too soon for you to be a suitable muse?/ I'm casually amused when naturally abusing my mind, finding you're on mine as I pine for love, but it's unrequited like my thoughts are unripe/ Angst keeps my lines tight/ I need to rap finely, in keeping my lines so fine, to walk right into your eyes' line of sight/ It's hard to watch such a sight, like it's The Wire, or watch you watch mine/ Lines are ropes, and ropes running to your mind are on the lines ev'ry time I write mine/ I edit 'em like sighs 'til I make a black hijab white, and I go from blue to red like a US flag is my mind being read, and we're stars to fly; too fly/ A hijab's on your head, looking like a suit and tie/ It's formal but beautified/ The tie is when your eyes are on mine, our gazes are knotted, but I'm too shy to pull the tie too tight/ Collars are up but like callers who are up all night; all ears/ Call me to tell me what you tell all your peers/ And the buttons one can push on suits are all here/ Is one loose on your hijab or is that now all clear?/ It's like your movements are proving suitable for giving me the all-clear to continue viewing your skin, as I watch it with a sly awkward leer/ Inches from my eyes, you're an anomaly all near; a mysterious creation born of a goddess's ejaculation, and my fascination is with your neck's naked skin, better than the bare breast of a chick who keeps it exposed to the wind/ A neck's better when wet, better when sweaty, and better when smelling perfectly naturally heavenly/ A hijab's an aphrodisiac, lips that, when lifted, make mouths that rustle and whisper with a breathy breeze and leave my clit's position shifted like a campaign being shifted into high gear in a car in Qatar being driven by feminist chicks/ Drive less and ride more bikes on airships, so this writer's lines inspire the drive to push for some more fit lift; Marilyn Monroe as a cyclist/ Try this/ Now we're stuck in a forest for the rest of the night for rest and a tempest leaves you tempted to touch my ten fingers in this tiny tent/ I see a line of skin like coke. It's like lightning; electric/ I'm intoxicated and breathless; left wondering how a hijab is any different to Rose's necklace in Titanic; is nothing more than a border to frame that to be adored, like a hoarder's sheets, coz what's stored underneath is what one's less likely to get bored of/ Let's just breathe/ Your hijab billows out around you/ A halo made of cloth is now 2/ If tents are lifted up they house 2/ If tense, I wish you'd peg me down too/ ****** - Labrinth - Beneath Your Beautiful ft. Emeli Sandé (2012, October 5) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqIxCtEveG8) - Sneaky Sound System - Pictures (2006) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4zmkhuT4Zg) - Illy - Tightrope (Official Video) (2014) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RoUHTB8Ivc) - The Wire (2015) - Titanic (1997) Titanic. Jack Sketches Rose. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ1BPobAT7g&oref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DBQ1BPobAT7g&has_verified=1)

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI COMPLIMENTARY VERSE 1 See not many lines/ I keep lots concise/ See free lots for writing rhymes: no stopping/ Freestyle's defined: no jotting/ Contradictory sentences: you and I are caught inside a shop 'til closing, not pill-popping, with only our gazes dropping to compliment complimentary lips (that's free speech), wrists, and sexual bits/ Bits are sexual; technically clits 1 oh 1/ That's sexually genius/ I perfect the scene with rhymes meant to get you wet like the water-like flow's from a penis or tit; milk to go with/ My eyes wander coz I wonder eternally if you see into my mind when mine are on your sweet lips mine won't be meeting or sleeping with/ There are no sheets for lips. There's no niqab so I see you're fit/ If beds were air I'd be breathless until offered bed and breakfast/ I crave your morning attention; breaths/ So, there are no beds and no breaths from you for breakfast to break a fast or keep the beat as I beatbox from the heart then speak my heartbeat's speech: rapid attraction to your rapid breathing, leaving me weak, as I watch you get off when really weak/ Scene twenty three: take three fingers, and fit 'em into the space somewhat between your knees to make you fall to them with ease/ VERSE 2 When you're cordially talking to all of me, enthrallingly, with your head swinging in watching my body, your skin sweaty and soft, your neck watering like a water-ring I long to mentally immerse my nose all in, as no bull, slowish, and stoned-ish, I know I ought not to be attributing a false cause to this somewhat forced aspect of order, but call this all a fantasy I support, and you're forewarned, I adore any retort and anything you call me can be used against you in this hardcore mental sport. This isn't proper courting of you according to the law/ I love your pores/pause, and sometimes I thought you was escaping more than the water you wore/ Pause. If a hijab's a parachute, exhilaration's in store/ But then I realized I was just dreaming about your eyes wide open and tearful, with you losing a religion held dear to you/ Don't open doors all the way if they're ever near you/ Ignorance is bliss, religious activities are this, and I wish I could hear Allah or God too, through you, but you asked me to understand, so I 'hear YOU'/ Women are goddesses. Fuck hiding under rocks. Male prophets are merely in rearviews. Lob 'em off/ Fuck you and your peers' views, coz repression of women is only to be continued, if it's what you're truly into but if tissues Fifty Shades Darker were issued to you, could you make 'em clear (is this clear? Cue two; multiple), or would they be used too soon, and only by a man too?/ Be coming soon?/ Handle two at a time. Can you stand to; too?/ I'm talking legs like a tripod walking and bladder like a camera, for taking shots, and hijabs like underwear not for taking off no matter what/ I'm catching rags full of drops of intoxicating recycled halal alcohol/ You're smelling better the wetter you get with loss of control/ Don't hold it in/ VERSE 3 (TO BE PRODUCED) If a Muslim in Japan used a hijab as a bedsheet would she be proudly putting her period on display, in simply waving a flag?/ I won't deny I got a stake in female emancipation: hearing the details of womanly masturbation/ Do you like dirty gossip?/ Have you heard that I'm a poet?/ Words get dirtier and dirtier/ Your dirt on me leaves me abhorrent, as I mentally play with your mental state to eventually say, for my sake, you get flirtier and flirtier, leaving a trail of tissues about that point to the surface of your cunt/ I'm thirsty as fuck/ ****** - The Weeknd - I Feel It Coming [Lyrics] ft. Daft Punk (2016) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Kx-ke9RKww) - Rita Ora - R.I.P. ft. Tinie Tempah (2012, April 4) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1l9WST5lXM) - Fifty Shades Darker - Official Trailer 2 (HD) (2016, December 7) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TUnylyz5mqQ) ["Take 'em off"] - Alex Lloyd - Amazing (2001) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mJPDJRLxHek)

The lyrics are all mine. The images were generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. The editing was done using CapCut. The AI manipulation of my mouth was done using Vozo AI. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #CapCut #VozoAI #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI LIFT Your hijab billows out around you/ A halo made of cloth is now 2/ If tents are lifted up they house 2/ If tense, I wish you'd peg me down too/ I'm not totally attuned to not using words to exhume taboos/ If I'm on your mind, did I get behind your hijab too, beautiful?/ Is this too soon for you to be a suitable muse?/ I'm casually amused when naturally abusing my mind, finding you're on mine as I pine for love, but it's unrequited like my thoughts are unripe/ Angst keeps my lines tight/ I need to rap finely, in keeping my lines so fine, to walk right into your eyes' line of sight/ It's hard to watch such a sight, like it's The Wire, or watch you watch mine/ Lines are ropes, and ropes running to your mind are on the lines ev'ry time I write mine/ I edit 'em like sighs 'til I make a black hijab white, and I go from blue to red like a US flag is my mind being read, and we're stars to fly; too fly/ A hijab's on your head, looking like a suit and tie/ It's formal but beautified/ The tie is when your eyes are on mine, our gazes are knotted, but I'm too shy to pull the tie too tight/ Collars are up but like callers who are up all night; all ears/ Call me to tell me what you tell all your peers/ And the buttons one can push on suits are all here/ Is one loose on your hijab or is that now all clear?/ It's like your movements are proving suitable for giving me the all-clear to continue viewing your skin, as I watch it with a sly awkward leer/ Inches from my eyes, you're an anomaly all near; a mysterious creation born of a goddess's ejaculation, and my fascination is with your neck's naked skin, better than the bare breast of a chick who keeps it exposed to the wind/ A neck's better when wet, better when sweaty, and better when smelling perfectly naturally heavenly/ A hijab's an aphrodisiac, lips that, when lifted, make mouths that rustle and whisper with a breathy breeze and leave my clit's position shifted like a campaign being shifted into high gear in a car in Qatar being driven by feminist chicks/ Drive less and ride more bikes on airships, so this writer's lines inspire the drive to push for some more fit lift; Marilyn Monroe as a cyclist/ Try this/ Now we're stuck in a forest for the rest of the night for rest and a tempest leaves you tempted to touch my ten fingers in this tiny tent/ I see a line of skin like coke. It's like lightning; electric/ I'm intoxicated and breathless; left wondering how a hijab is any different to Rose's necklace in Titanic; is nothing more than a border to frame that to be adored, like a hoarder's sheets, coz what's stored underneath is what one's less likely to get bored of/ Let's just breathe/ Your hijab billows out around you/ A halo made of cloth is now 2/ If tents are lifted up they house 2/ If tense, I wish you'd peg me down too/ ****** - Labrinth - Beneath Your Beautiful ft. Emeli Sandé (2012, October 5) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqIxCtEveG8) - Sneaky Sound System - Pictures (2006) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4zmkhuT4Zg) - Illy - Tightrope (Official Video) (2014) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RoUHTB8Ivc) - The Wire (2015) - Titanic (1997) Titanic. Jack Sketches Rose. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ1BPobAT7g&oref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DBQ1BPobAT7g&has_verified=1)

The lyrics are all mine. The images were generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI LIFT Your hijab billows out around you/ A halo made of cloth is now 2/ If tents are lifted up they house 2/ If tense, I wish you'd peg me down too/ I'm not totally attuned to not using words to exhume taboos/ If I'm on your mind, did I get behind your hijab too, beautiful?/ Is this too soon for you to be a suitable muse?/ I'm casually amused when naturally abusing my mind, finding you're on mine as I pine for love, but it's unrequited like my thoughts are unripe/ Angst keeps my lines tight/ I need to rap finely, in keeping my lines so fine, to walk right into your eyes' line of sight/ It's hard to watch such a sight, like it's The Wire, or watch you watch mine/ Lines are ropes, and ropes running to your mind are on the lines ev'ry time I write mine/ I edit 'em like sighs 'til I make a black hijab white, and I go from blue to red like a US flag is my mind being read, and we're stars to fly; too fly/ A hijab's on your head, looking like a suit and tie/ It's formal but beautified/ The tie is when your eyes are on mine, our gazes are knotted, but I'm too shy to pull the tie too tight/ Collars are up but like callers who are up all night; all ears/ Call me to tell me what you tell all your peers/ And the buttons one can push on suits are all here/ Is one loose on your hijab or is that now all clear?/ It's like your movements are proving suitable for giving me the all-clear to continue viewing your skin, as I watch it with a sly awkward leer/ Inches from my eyes, you're an anomaly all near; a mysterious creation born of a goddess's ejaculation, and my fascination is with your neck's naked skin, better than the bare breast of a chick who keeps it exposed to the wind/ A neck's better when wet, better when sweaty, and better when smelling perfectly naturally heavenly/ A hijab's an aphrodisiac, lips that, when lifted, make mouths that rustle and whisper with a breathy breeze and leave my clit's position shifted like a campaign being shifted into high gear in a car in Qatar being driven by feminist chicks/ Drive less and ride more bikes on airships, so this writer's lines inspire the drive to push for some more fit lift; Marilyn Monroe as a cyclist/ Try this/ Now we're stuck in a forest for the rest of the night for rest and a tempest leaves you tempted to touch my ten fingers in this tiny tent/ I see a line of skin like coke. It's like lightning; electric/ I'm intoxicated and breathless; left wondering how a hijab is any different to Rose's necklace in Titanic; is nothing more than a border to frame that to be adored, like a hoarder's sheets, coz what's stored underneath is what one's less likely to get bored of/ Let's just breathe/ Your hijab billows out around you/ A halo made of cloth is now 2/ If tents are lifted up they house 2/ If tense, I wish you'd peg me down too/ ****** - Labrinth - Beneath Your Beautiful ft. Emeli Sandé (2012, October 5) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqIxCtEveG8) - Sneaky Sound System - Pictures (2006) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l4zmkhuT4Zg) - Illy - Tightrope (Official Video) (2014) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5RoUHTB8Ivc) - The Wire (2015) - Titanic (1997) Titanic. Jack Sketches Rose. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQ1BPobAT7g&oref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DBQ1BPobAT7g&has_verified=1)

The lyrics are all mine. The images were generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI FLASH I'll be with you in a flash like we're together in a snap/ But there's a picture-perfect dance around me being in the picture; tagged/ Sometimes it's like I'm scared my eyes are like a bright flashlight; flashing like I'm flashing at you like I'm nude/ You might catch mine with yours and become blind/ That's why my looks stay dark/ I'm not getting too close to you, then not getting to hold a place in your affection, let alone your gaze; losing connections, and your attention, getting as stressed as an adolescent, wishing to be present there whenever I'm not in your immediate presence/ This is an immediate presentation of/on a deviant's irate mental state when facing the complete castration of socialization, facing stagnation, with fragmentation, stalemates, no debates, no mates, no dates, no great grates for making his way through, just faces like Mace looking at his face like it's a bloodstain (ewww), barriers, fake change, (as an exchange rate's not great; there are only a few dates for a guy's whole life, while babes get nine a day, lives like cats' how they live one that great it's like nine times eight great times), nervous straining, him in pain, in a state that's livid, with rage masquerading as saving face but my face kept far away from yours, in a case in a safe, in case I can't face rejection, with the combination being acceptance/ You, seeing steel eyes, might realize, I'm not there/ I'm always off where I'm alone/ It's dark and no one cares/ I close my eyes and write coz no one shares a lover, even on Noah's ark/ I'm ill-prepared for any interaction, and reality is too simple so stark/ I'm locked away for an infraction; wishing, longing for a shot at love/ This is just another song 'bout unrequited love, lust, being lost and cut in public much/ Pick up, pick up, pick up bass drums, lines, chicks, scents, the pace, rhyming, luck, being in relationships, licking, the gist of this pitch, the insides of my wrists, coz basically my wrists are sick of writing this shit and want to live it up helping finger clits/ Linger over this/ Imagine that my finger makes me like a linguist; I get women off, even those who do not speak English/ Now, a hijab's hangin' 'round you here, wound around your finger like hair/ I'm entangled in your sweat and stare like they're a love affair and you're wearing underwear we can share, and I wish you'd repeatedly wear/ Put this on repeat repeatedly/ You're so sweet, and already halfway suited to sleeping with me, since you're covered in sheets/ Make 'em Hindu by getting a period. A full stop's a bindi/ Come together like in India pre nineteen-forty-seven; swiftly/ Come with this on repeat repeatedly/ Hit me/ Repeatedly hit me/ Repeatedly hit me/ I'll be with you in a flash like we're together in a snap/ But there's a picture-perfect dance around me being in the picture; tagged/ ****** - NEIKED - Sexual (Official Lyric Video) ft. Dyo (2016, November 1) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuIciiAgOAc&oref=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DzuIciiAgOAc&has_verified=1) - I Don’t Wanna Live Forever By ZAYN | FT.Taylor Swift | Fifty Shades Darker | Lyric Video By SUDU | (2016, December) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNZXPxerv_E) - Ariana Grande - Let Me Love You (Official) ft. Lil Wayne (2016, May 22) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WL672bjJgM) - Robbie Williams - Bodies (2009) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kk-7umYwTig) - Earth (1998) Earth 1947 full movie https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BEJdS7_RC4Q

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI

The lyrics are all mine. The images were generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI LISA A hijab's like if hair were a fashion accessory/ Beauty shines through it so it's frankly unnecessary/ Your breaths are all-consuming so they'll never be sedentary/ Cloak, shade, veil, cape/ Catch me at the base of a cliff. My bungee cord was your shawl: I'm saved; unwrapped like my rap is written on the underside of some wrapping paper, like a fresh date that's unsaved/ I'm totally free today/ Work hard, make your body hard through play, wrap it up, then get laid, then can you see what I say?/ Save me with your hijab by flagging this page and making me famous/ My name's Content. I'm not content to be nameless/ Searching for a savior, my behavior may breed discord, but it's the wish for your kiss that's the gist of the bridge I live for: soft-core, let it break, and me with it; fall onto the shore that's your tongue like rain pours, nose-first, coz I'm into this more than your hair but I care for it all/ Don't cover your mouth, though, leave it open like a door/ Exhale like I'm a bore and you've gotta yawn/ Take me on a tour of your contours: cue forbidden fondling, walls taken down, and not coz of war/ Fuck barriers! Fresh breath's a disease. Instead, be a dirty carrier/ If your head's a niqab, let your mouth make it a hijab, as you use your wit to gab/ Open up to me like I've written you lines to recite as you play a window into your mind, and my line of sight's fireflies/ Let me see the thin glow in your eyes and if you won't can you move into mine?/ Move closer to prove that you're a sight for sore eyes: wrap mine up in your eyes, a sweaty hijab the sticky bit of a wide Band-Aid I long to try/ Hey Matangi, catch me in a forest/ I'll be a channel for when you wanna rest/ You, as a goddess florist, went nuts and picked a bunch/ These trees are nuts!/ You picked ones in India, and indeed I'm lost in the bigger bunch (Van Vihar National Park)/ Give true naturalization a jump-start/ Throw me at bridesmaids who desire fame but who try to hide sweat stains/ Like they're a forest making one plain. What a shame; pain!/ I just wanna see the trees and feel the rain when the wooden wood's the fashion and barriers and stashed cash are like ash, so I'm ashen, but wanna feel unabashed, crashin' in your pants as you pant, or under your arms as you grab any said stems/ Your breath's an opium den/ I want you to be smoky on the nose for me and me to be on the nose OF you/ I wanna smell you soon. I smell too few honeys, like a bee whom humans use/ I never get to really be naturally introduced to a chick who's a muse, coz usually she uses perfume like shoes/ If you do, do walk all over me like I'm a suit in a living lounge room, and towel too/ Wear me while you work out. Work out aloud too even if not allowed to/ I'm a hedonist for feminists, and proud to be one too/ I'm ready to take on Ronda Rousey now too. I'll lose to get off. Will she come around to my point of view come round two?/ I already feel the Bern/ I'll come to; come too/ ****** - Andy Grammer "Fresh Eyes" (2016, July 28) (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xipU1hxO_nk) - M.I.A. - "Bad Girls" (Official Video) (2012, February 2) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uYs0gJD-LE) - Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out (2004) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ijk4j-r7qPA) - Protests against mixed-faith weddings at Britain’s Sikh temples (2016, December 28) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7W1DfqmE_bg) - Quartz (India) India plans to spend $6 billion on creating new forests (2016, May 5) http://qz.com/675910/india-plans-to-spend-6-billion-on-creating-new-forests/ - Ronda Rousey talks UFC 193, doping and Bernie Sanders (2015, November 13) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WjyMveLfPUA) - Ronda Rousey's Presidential Endorsement (2015, November 11) (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iLwsihdhPQc) - DNA (Daily News and Analysis) (2011, June 4) What is a forest? India yet to define it http://www.dnaindia.com/india/report-what-is-a-forest-india-yet-to-define-it-1551271 - #FeelTheBern X.com/#FeelTheBern - BAND-AID® https://www.band-aid.com/products/adhesive-bandages

The lyrics are all mine. The images were generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI

The lyrics are all mine. The images were generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Find my entire book of rap here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Sales-Pitch-Matthew-Vandenberg/dp/1685830749 Here are the original posts, from 2016: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/17s3BZntoL/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #SalesPitch #BookOfRap #SuitcaseStore #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI

I'm a seasoned reasoner reasoning and it's really sweet: the prospect of you conceivably feasibly needing me, indiscreetly, (tongue in cheek?)/ then the seasoning's deleted like genes, essential for proteins and my being, from my body and just salt's left on my cheeks: I concede that more reasoning leads to my dreams being depleted completely by reality/ The smell of cardamom's no longer on my face, mentally, as my heart's unfortunately free to stop beating/ Meanwhile, we're in India indefinitely/ Where did we land? Am I in ya? Wet, are we?/ I've never before planned a spell in a forest, for rest, a plane rolled us into/ Any chance one could roll us two into a joint like we're weed, so we could be in bed together under paper-thin sheets, and get wet together; transfer heat when kept together?/ What new lines have I got?/ Could I make some light stop at your eyes to give my mind a minor shot of adrenalized inspiration like you're a writer's block and I just see lines until your heart melts and I find a lovelock opens like your legs' thighs during menstruation?/ Where are we?/ Not location. I mean is this a game of hesitation?/ I'm fine with saturation if you're into masturbation/ I'm into meditation if it's you I end up facing: call that divination. You're my mental medication and my central fascination/ Exhale like I didn't fail at inciting your excitation, sticky drips of sweat looking like set bindis on your forehead, as my gaze cuts the path to the stone that's ostensibly levitating, with me a stone's throw away from your hot face wet with anticipation/ That's sharp/ If my head moves like my heart, it's racing/ You're well-red and wet/ Will you sell a suitable suit-case in this forest?, coz whoever the suit was you're with can get in there to live/ The case of an ex, yeah?/ If it's me, would you care to put your underwear in it?/ So I can still get high if feeling under the weather and if we're not in it together?/ But . . . This rhyming's so mind-numbing compared to your eyes that I find I'm thumbing my forehead when I can't find them with mine, my thumb's as cold as ice as I'm, like these are pressing issues: your temper-ament's on my mind/ I've a headache as I mentally swim over acres of my wet eyes, wearing thick wear that's loose-fitting, 'til they're clearly clear and dry (and I think I'm bare) but I still can't find any strong enough lines/ See, I'm trapped in a desert and can't even find any grapevines, like I'm a non-guy in Saudi Arabia, if X died and rights were replaced with what's left: lies/ I'd say 'open your eyes', but they're not mine/ Tell me if you're listening? I can't even tell the day from night/ It changes like these days days and nights that are all the same are a signal for an S.O.S.: for three days, nights, days I'm in distress, unless I turn to one who's like a mistress/ Cold, hot, cold, like sex in Antarctica's west, or the rest/ I can't even tell if this rap's telling you that I'm obsessed/ ****** - Christine and the Queens - Here feat. Booba (Clip Officiel) (2016, February 9) (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=KpMqpqUhmtg) - t.A.T.u. - All The Things She Said (2002) (https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8mGBaXPlri8) - X www.x.com