The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Here are the original posts, from 2019: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19dM2eSNvV/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI GENERATION II I paused for thought for poetry, and paused more and became Gollum, in longing for a ring that never comes, 'coz I know I've been forgotten/ Every line of mine is a crisis hotline. Every word is one to start playing, but I'm longing for a female rubber-band before my blood gets on my lap/ But my life's so easy/ I'll grant you that, sure/ I'm living in a lucky country/ Poverty doesn't confront me, and I travel well like chocolate in a cockpit; for a pilot needing a sugar-fix/ I've got money, drugs, and lifelines/ One, gratitude, is profound, right?; like the pursuit of happiness; a profound right/ But that's nothing without women in my life/ Is there interest? Are there shares? My price only takes nosedives/ They just stare at their make-up/ That was made to keep them down, But these lines are called a 'put-down'/ They don't know the half of 'down', like they're at full-mast; only looking at the flagship guys/ They're the only ones they ever flag, but this is nationally sad enough to mourn/ Yeah, they're now all up. Men too. Don't get me started on guys/ They're always caught up in their dicks, like they're rides/ Why would you even wanna show that off?/ The show's not dope, bro. Just rope it off!/ Women want mental shots of emotion to get off/ Feminine is better than not, so long as some foundation's for the brain and not the face/ I'm pro-choice, but if you choose to waste wages in painting your face daily, you look like assorted babies/ I get government money/ Yeah, they grant me that, but since I've already done my research, I haven't got their back/ I take all of their cash, then use it in rapping against oppression and whatever shit the leaders done gone and did/ They're stopping all the refugees from coming here to live, but should stop this/ They're plenty of fish, coz all the Aussie chicks are taken or bogans with no global wit/ Australia's moat needs a dam-bridge/ I got the home-field advantage when chicks need a friend, to be a content tourist, or their friend to be a therapist/ I'll break a leg, coz it's heavy/ There's some fall, so winter's ahead/ It's lead, but I hope I'll lighten up; break a leg to play a lead/ If you're on my line, please keep listening, and don't let me go by saying 'hold' and then running away/ My show's my state/ I'll break not just my legs, but arms and chest, because I give my brain so much weight/ I don't want pay, just my face in papers so much that they'll turn to pulp, then turn this shit into hard facts with a rectal passage to a toilet's seat of a parliament/ If words are weapons, y'all are too fond of disarmament/ If you hate your job, get fired. That's firepower to start a new life to your extent/ I come out on top, like I'm all balls and a header's on the cards/ Wait a minute/ I thought I could be normal for a second, but I'm waiting for a minute, coz these times are hard/ I push and press for plugs time and time again, but just end up getting trapped in depths I done dug/ My climb's up/ I'm down/ ****** - The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) [Golem]

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Here are the original posts, from 2019: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19dM2eSNvV/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI AUTOMATION Love fine sensations and mind automation/ Using A.I. is that frame of mind that can frame your life, but the same that stands in life's way/ I'm not a bot in a bottle/ I gotta crack a lot/ I don't get on with your work, coz I got my own jobs/ You C.E.O.s are the real robots/ But let's hear it for your part; your ear for a new sound dawn/ I'm pushing for your ears to be on my turf/ Do you wanna crash a lot?/ I hear the ground is running, coz global warming just hasn't stopped/ You should have a run-in with the law as an activist and drop a fortune in losing it until you drop/ Get on the floor when you're on the job, and get off and all so your body throbs/ Waves and waves of emotion have you on top of them/ You can keep this up non-stop, even when you're down for being under powers on top, like this is a prick/ Don't be soft/ Take shots/ As for me, she automatically left me again/ It's like she left me these lyrics/ All I'm left with is cold ink/ So, I put pen to paper, like I'm taking shots; fast and hard, like an alcoholic on the job/ But she's calling the shots when it comes to my state/ She's writing the plot when it comes to my fate/ It's saying a lot if I call her my date, coz if I don't call her another one, I got my head in the cloudscape, like it's in a big picture of a fantastical state, which I'm skydiving to take shots of/ I'll be living in my head, where our relationship actually takes off, but in reality the fall is a great shock/ I'm begging for the rise of a relationship that's ad hoc/ I'm praying for findings showing that for me she has a soft spot/ I'm taking it for granted that I'm something when I'm not/ I'm diving into clouds that look like her to look for, and find, her. It's a long shot/ She'll never be there for me/ Air between us is the shell of the century/ She may run away a hundred times but never be spent for me/ When I see her head in clouds, it's not that she's the same as me and needing affection/ It's a mental projection of mine; a means of protection/ It's projection when I picture her being obsessed with me, when presently I'm never in her head and doubt I'll ever be/ She's never me/ If I think about more than a relationship, it's relationships; it's recklessly/ I'm tearing at my heart and that's inflaming all the stress in me/ I'm staring at my mug and thinking heaven's not ahead for me; the head of me ain't heavenly/ She takes a coffee-mug before me, like she's taking all my energy/ She takes everything before me, like addicted to resenting me/ I think that I have something to offer when I'm really just off my head/ To be honest, if an associated match could ever come to a head, I'll probably be in Tunisia; on fire; before an uprising's led/ Oh no. Should I even go there?; use my crippling loneliness to tackle human-rights abuses, in redirecting it into activism; for rightful uses?/ It's mentally abusive when I take a pen and use it just to denigrate my being/ I am just a human being/

The lyrics are all mine. The image was generated using Leonardo.ai. The voice and music were generated using Suno.com. Here are the original posts, from 2019: https://www.facebook.com/share/p/19dM2eSNvV/ #LeonardoAI #Suno #Travel #Obsession #Rap #Lyrics #AlbumDrop #LGBTQI SUPRIYA Most people have partners but, for my part, there's just art, so don't fuckin' get me started but I am already; part of me's just damn confetti when she's absent, meaning all I feel I'm ever set to be is far less than even a full third-wheel mentally; just colors over the heads of those wedded to weddings if they read this at a wedding while I crash and burn in the setting, with my blues so deafening I'm getting into a state of depression; unfriended and discarded trash shoved into a bin, with a sense of hardened oppression, 'til I'm compact like my lines if I write: 'I need better unpaid attention!'/ I don't even get a mention in her thoughts/ Every second when she doesn't text, I'm over my cell like a fish out of water on it, like it's too comprehensive; more than a bit/ Her presence is more than a hit/ Her breath more than I can ever spit/ Her touch more than my wit, in how uplifting it is/ I sit waiting for our combined fate to call my name but if I'm to blame for inactive states it's because by vocal brain comes with a side of sustained silence, and since I've been abandoned before the only move I make first is to abandon her helping foot by any open door, in using feet of distance instead as lines for these feats of forming mental building blocks of tortured scorn with lyrics/ My mental state means it's mandatory that a pen to the pad, unplanned, should slam into my hand for a story/ I'm pushing it with feet, but a pedal to the metal leaves me just inches from the edge of my seat/ Why didn't I just see a movie instead of speaking incessantly?/ Why was I saving money but not saving integrity, coz I honestly don't care about a penny/ My mind's a penitentiary fit for change, it seems/ I'm beggin' any goddess to invest attention in me, and intentionally/ My heart is like a pension; spent every week/ I'm gonna grow old from this tension, like Dawson's Creek, until I long to be out of bed again just to at least be weak at the knees/ This is a line that I'll write to skip; to cross lines when I find something wiser to spit/ That might be this/ I might be hit; met with a bow from a Nepalese cupid, with his arrow's passage sending me to the moon on a two-way trip; to see the world, before set-telling on Everest's summit, with the one who caught my eyes, like no one ever did/ I'm held in place by her ever presence, and wishing she'd be ever present/ She's heavenly and heaven-sent, with heaven's scent and the situation's gravity makes mountains tip 'til what's on the tip of my tongue spills into these lyrics/ Just being in an ordinary couple on the ground is bliss/ Call that a couple of lines; just graffiti on my heart; on my sleeve, like a wrist, when the beat's quick/ I'm hypertensive/ I'm yearning for the deep end to only lonely stints on me; on this; on wit/ Humanity should come before profit/ But profanity is all I can spit, and knowing this, I swear I want you too to do this/ ****** - Dawson's Creek (1998-2003)