The coordinates to Magrathea.

So me and a couple of friends write rap songs.  Most of them have to do with alien robots, jedi, or some funny idea like people who are hipsters or someone who doesn't believe in cell phones and only uses a pager.  There is also one about us picking up chicks at a night club which, if you know us, is totally ridiculous, not to mention I'm happily married.  Sometimes when I play people this music they get a little confused and look at me like, "I don't know how to tell you, but I'm embarrassed for you Steve."  It baffles me how many people think we are trying to actually be thug.  I'm 5'8, maybe, and like 205 with less pigment than Lord Voldemort I really would have to be out of my mind to think that I could be considered a legitimate rapper on any level just on the basis of my looks alone.  PLUS I just referenced Lord Voldemort in the last sentence.  I guess some people just think novelty is childish.......
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MY COORDINATES

Disappointment is:
My version of your misunderstanding.

I have rooms full of books,
Penned by the unspoken word.
Stacked high like
Holy texts, written in
Red.
Pressed and cured on that
Semi-translucent record.
Perhaps it's that way to allow
Blurred but more accurate
Current events
Creeping behind the red, white and black
Noise.

I'll bring holy offerings of self
To Deep Thought,
The one who knows all.
The screen on the altar is my only hope.

Choking on what I have stopped
I lie at its mercy.

Read me.
Give me the total perspective arm
Read me.
To pump, cock, and stick into my mouth
READ ME!
Pull the trigger and blow my fucking mind out!
REad.....yourself.
To simplify
An already simple
Truth.
Speak your truth.
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