Toys, Toys, Toys… I’m playin with these

Boys, Boys, Boys… Clear my head with all this

Noise, Noise, Noise…. He seeks and he

Destroys

Fight my addiction

Focus my attention

Save me from My affliction,

No cure only misdirection

Beats in my head, lie awake in my bed

Can’t read all the threads, long texts, Gimmee rest

Put the challenge to the test, be the best, nothing less

But I couldn’t care less. No pressure no stress

Feel pressed into a hard place

Rock me in the right place

Squeezed into a tight space

Hold me with your embrace

Skin finna make me high, High

Queen gotta do me right, Right

Roll my eyes, dont ya make me sigh, Sigh

Please don’t say goodbye. I ain’t no

Toy and you ain’t no

Boy now you’re acting

Coy I’m distracting

More hyperactive

Zone  when I’m on my

Own blowin up your

Phone hearing dial

Tone

Classic puri-ty I’m into

Natural beau-ty I’m bout to

Say serious-ly well is it

You or is it me

Sort of get my gist, gonna

Cross you off my list, if ya

See what I have missed, feeling

Edgey when we kissed

Toys, Toys, Toys, distortion breaks my

Voice, voice, voice, that’s just not what I En

-Joy, joy, joy, overstimulated

Ploys. Put my feet back on the

Ground, ground, ground, fill my ears with gentle

Sound, sound, sound, I was lost and now I’m

Found, found, found, Feel the love is all

Around

Limit my

Exposure,

Like counts don’t count, composure

Max passion full disclosure

Calm vibes in our enclosure

Bandwidth keep your mind ring fenced

Attack is the best defence

Sorry if you took offence

No lie baby I’m intense

Luxuriate in my opulence

Commiserate with my cruel intents

Non-aligned, sitting on the fence

At the limit of your cognisance

Real, real, real, my body’s what you

Feel, feel, feel, press your suit let’s make a

Deal, deal, deal, sign on the line and stamp your

Seal

Ups and downs, baby look me

Up and down, baby watch me

Turn around, got me feeling

Upside down

Got me thinking how is it that you can ever know me

Got me wondering what do you know what can you show me

Got me feelin like I’ll never know what am I meant to be

Got me thinkin I can never see if it was meant to be

Fighting my anxiety…. gotta

Fall back in security (fall-back insecurity)… pull my

Safety blanket over me… I feel at

Home in ambiguity

Never really know what do I mean, mind worries with a

Bone, consciousness is not a stream, find courage to

Attone, let me take what I need, will I ever feel at home, fly free, don’t

Impede

What i know, feel my mind

About to blow, baby I have

Got to go, baby can you

Let me go?

I just wanna fly….

Take me to the sky….

Sun is shining bright….

Go into the Light….

Give me wings to fly….

High in to the sky….

Darkness ends the Night…

Dawn is breaking now….

Standing at the edge

Nothing’s making sense

Staring at the troubled sea staring back at me

If I dive in

Find what’s hidden deep within

Will I float or will I drown, will the waves carry me down

How can I resist?

The temptation, I desist

Can I ride the dragon or be twisted by the grist?

Does corruption lie within? Will I lie? Will I sin?

Can I make the records spin to the tune that we begin?

I don’t want to be enslaved, you know why I misbehave, I know

Danger lies in swallowing the poison of a knave

Can I step into the ring and emerge unscathed? Can I be

Queen but kiss the ring and win the riches that we crave?

Market mark it danger in my assets’ alibis

Make it work to my advantage what they’re seeing in those (who’s) eyes

Story give me glory can I hide behind (inside) my pride

Disappear, in the clear, no deception can abide

Do you need to be inside

Can you work it from the side lines

If you knew how much I cried

Would you have them in your sight lines

Stop the power overwhelming

Hedonistic ladder calling

Know: It’s Evil that we’re courting

Can you catch me when I’m falling

Will you listen when I’m calling

Will you hear me when I’m calling

Will you be there when I’m calling

When I need you I’ll be calling

When you need me you can call me

When you feel it you can hold me

When you know it you can tell me

When we make it you can fly

Buy my ticker buy my symbol buy my signal do it quicker

Buy me flowers buy me trinkets run it by me you can’t buy me

I’m not feeling it reeling it, I’m not reeling it in,

For real, I’m off the market I’m not feeling your thing

When I’m crazy when I’m needy I’m not feeling being bought. Don’t buy and

Sell. 7th Hell what do I Own? You’ve been Pawned

Nobodies gonna groom me coz I don’t like being owned.

I don’t need your money, honey. I just want your time, time

I just wanna spend your time and have your eyes on mine.

Invest? Create? Get your foot out of the Gate

Lost and Found? All In? Tell me Where shall we Begin?

Ignite? Imma Fight if I ever let you win

Money is a hard language to translate.

If the market is fair, and money measures everything fairly… would we still *need* money?

What’s my Share?

Fair Share. Share with me.

What’s mine is mine, I’ll let you Share, but what of mine is me?

Share with me? Disclose… Open?

When we make it, will we still like ourselves?

Will we be drunk on power and paranoid about traitors?

Will we set traps and collect dirt to hold over our closest confidantes just in case they threaten to betray us?

What happens to our minds in the muddy trenches of the building site of Great Works… the boring plane journeys and the tedious neotiations and the down to the wire deals that make or break us?

How overconfident must we be to make something that has never existed and how nihilistically realistic to know that nothing really matters and after all, we are all meat machines that return to star dust in the end…. How much do we fight the ending.

How much do we pay now or waive (wave) later?

Is the profit prophet our guru in whose wisdom we absolve our self doubts?

Welcome to life. Noone gets out alive.

How do we survive?

What survives us?

What seeds do we nurture in the garden that feeds us?

I am Not For Sale but what’s my Price?

My trades are Off Exchange

I am in the Dark Pool

What havoc can an Elemental Bee wreck  under under cover of darkness?

Which elemental am I? Which element are you?

When you save someone from drowning, how do you stop yourself from being pulled down underneath them as they climb over you to reach safety

Something has to be uncomfortable in order to make you move.

Unless stasis itself becomes discomfort and change is breathing

Safety Adventure Security Risk Comfort Challenge Healing Stress Anti-Fragility

If I care more about discovering Reality than imposing values on it, am I a Scientist?

Or do we Create Reality with Philosophy, so we are indeed Gods, and Science is also arbitrarily subject to our Will at some deep level?

How constructivist is the world, in the sense that we change it when we observe it, and create meaning when we try to understand it, and how much power we have to change the underlying Laws because we are actually made of and part of them, so maybe we influence what they are or will become?

If all things change, how much change (or stability) do we have Responsibility for?

Black Swans can exist, we just haven’t observed them yet

Is a Great Work a manifestation of a Law made material and ridden like the wind or waves at sea to take us towards our Ends, or an attempt to use our Will to change the nature and direction of the wind and the waves: to manipulate the Forces in accordance with our desires?

And is desire itself a Law

There’s another uniqueness-sameness continuum that itersects with identity; if all humans are unique, their lived experiences are unique so even if they share characteristics with identity groups they might not actually share the same beliefs and behaviours as others in the same identity category; although in practice those categories are predictive that there’s a higher probability an individual will share characteristics of their category identity the individual might rebel and then be punished for not conforming because the system does not allow for edge cases to be treated differently than the average

I guess I identify with Grimes/Twigs “oddness” if not their dating or musical choices, but I also don’t think a stable group could be formed out of collecting them and people like them together under a united banner.

I suspect there are loose groups maybe to be found amongst each artist’s community of followers (as suggested by those I talked to) but I’m uncertain if they are united by the same needs politically.

Although I’m doing more research….