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The only thing guaranteed in this life is death and disease. All else is a bonus, and I, my dear, am a bonus. These are just words. These are just sentences. Hold them tight and hold them close to your heart, like every word I write. ...always muttering something to myself. Delicious lyrical poetry to feed you at every meal. Language, sentence structure, turns of phrases, rhymes, metaphors, hyperbole and sarcasm. I love it all. The pen is mightier than the fist and yeah, I'm a pretty frustrated, angst-ridden individual, but that's what makes me so special and unique right? I believe I've created something that's going to change your life, but it's not ready yet.
Stop. Start. Pause it. Rewind that. Play it again Sam. What's missing? I don't like it. There's nothing you've got in your pocket, throat or wallet that can bring me down. Keep trying though. You're nothing but a bad actor in a low budget screenplay.
I'm an individual thriving off your word and sound; without you, I'm just me. Music sets the rhythm of life, it keeps the momentum. Admit it, you wouldn't be the same without it. To me it's more than just a life force. It is something that cannot be contained or held onto. You cannot hold music because it has no physical form, only mediums that try to translate it. It can only be created from nothing into something amazing. It is beautiful and accidental, experimental and expressive. Real music, and I mean from the heart, never ceases to blow me away.
I am upfront and honest but know better than to expect the same in return. While honesty remains a weapon, I'll have one up on you.
I'm always told I'm too poetic. I prefer it that way. My thoughts form in poetry and shape the way I express myself. Every recitation is a dedication to the damage you did. Make me suffer for my art. We know you're gonna do it anyway, so let's pretend we can't taste the intent on your tongue.
I will influence you and I will be the cause of your disposition. I am brilliant like a star and faded like your favourite jeans. I'm the boy whose sweet words bloom roses in your cheeks, and the girl whose charm keeps you coming back for more. Like any human being, I am flawed and would never claim otherwise. I am no better than you. All I ask is that you don't try to tone down my extravagance. I don't believe in restraining emotion. Real is raw, untouched, uncensored, well spoken and ends in a slap of the face. Yours or mine? If I affect you, then I've already changed the world. I changed yours didn't I?
I don't expect you to understand myself or my thoughts. I believe in the words I say, what I defend and the moments I cherish. I believe that you believe what you think is true. But I believe you know nothing. This is modern culture; processed society. This is a place of buy-one-get-one-free personalities and lack of a better word. Knowledge is power and conforming is security. Stop. Say something worth saying. Make a point. You are not whatever label you place yourself under. You are what you fight for, what you defend, what you protect. You are what you believe in. Your thoughts aren't real, only your actions. Open your eyes and do something worth doing, send a message worth sending. There's nothing worse than blending into the scenery.
All that being said, I can't stop you from thinking I'm an asshole. I probably am. At least my friends think I'm fabulous.
"Coordinate brain and mouth and ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out....wish I knew..."

You'll love me, I promise.
Hearts and Bats,
Your Favourite Monster.

"Always trust you to make the worst of situations sound like a day to the amusment park"

I dream of a place where young people aren't trying so hard to destroy themselves.
I dream of a place where people aren't attacked for how they choose to express themselves. I dream of a place where young people aren't looking for higher highs. Where young people are educated about HIV and STDs. Where the girl doesn't sleep with the guy just to feel attractive. Where her mother didn't have to prostitute to send her to school. Where her father didn't beat her or rape her. Where people gather together for love not violence. Where families fight for each other. Where young people have goals instead of hopelessness. Where they have dreams instead of nightmares. Where younger people aren't trying so hard to grow up. I dream of a world free of cancer. A place free of fear of the unknown. A place where you don't fear the stranger. A place where you don't clutch your purse tighter as you pass the crowd of people. A place where beauty is appreciated. I dream of young people not polluting their bodies with illicit substances, just to feel comfortable. I dream of young people being aware of just how much damage they're doing to their minds. I dream of radicals, and young people that want to bring about change. Mostly, I dream of a place where young people love themselves enough to protect themselves from their own destruction and misdirection.
I dream of a place where everyone one else feels this good, sober.

That's what the SDbat represents. My goal, my desire to spread awareness.
Do you rock the bat?

If I was in it for the money, I'd get a real job.

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