TEZCAT REAL
THE BIG FOUR
AND ONE IN THE MIDDLE
Marshall Arts
Every one of these art pieces is a proof of the existence of Free Will, expressions of the light within! Materialistic determinism has been obliterated! I have absolutely zero interest in having anyone see art pieces that I did over a period of years, because people have this awful habit of relating to the artist as an extension of the art, making him two-dimensional...and therefore, just a shell-image made by attention. Then, I'll observe someone being actually being a lame person, and seem him or her be accepted "for who they are", but the artist is "too lucky, let's act like he owes us something".
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I know that many of you wish you could be able to do stuff like this, and it makes you angry that I could and won't get famous FOR you, and be THERE for YOU, rather than getting there on your own. I hope you hate me for not showing my art, because you probably would hate me for being open and showing my art as a nice guy. That is exactly what has happened, so NO WAY. My website doesn't hide this for some reason, I am not a web guy.
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its' a great thing to know that
torment and effort
poverty and rejections that are my
act of giving beauty to the world and expecting nothig in return
has left me gifted and never recieved
and extremely selfish
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make sure to run off with the entire inheritance
it was a real good idea to push me
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you can kill my wife and push me out of the way
and insist that someone who isn't materialistic is dying for money
more than anyone else
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my wife is dying for your money
I'm going down with her
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too bad I took it all away from you
Robert Johnson
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the most ordinary man ever
i am as ugly as a i am
because of everyone
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I am Bran
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a sexual fantasy who never gets any but the satisfaction of knowing
that people will treat me like shit when my wife has cancer
because they have thought of romps with me instead of her
i have lost interest in
i have
go fucking myself
so repeating the suggestion when someone is around
that you don't want my face to be around around
isn't if fun, to know that all the people holding me at a distance
were keeping me away from how they were talking about me
around a guy who believes i bask in all of this stuff I ain't there for
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I just want attention since I have actually never experienced gettting attention
from anyone much,
moslty my wife who is going through chemotherapy after four years of me
just wanting attention for my art
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crying because I want attention for my art
as she is screaming my name because it hurts so bad
boy, i wish i could just get some attention for my art
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not money, fuck that!
i want attention, keep telling me that
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until I met her, I was considering that I was actually dead
and nobody could talk to me except for
lonely psychic people.....
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oh, I'm not dead.....but no wonder I felt like that
I was him....but not a re-run
anew tale to grow
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i would only do anything for the attention
such as stay beside her and suffer with her
though paradoxically no acknowledgment of this
has made it reality for me
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no one was there for me,
because I'm strong enough to be here
that means I don't ever need a hug or for anyone to respect me
because I didn't abandon my post and need
someone to be there for me
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a subsititute teacher
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i arouse sexual feelings and
i arouse excitement
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for you, all for you
there is nothing
i get nothing means you might prefer to see
my need for a teacher
i get nothing but the satisfaction of knowing
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that I can keep the embers alive and show murderers
nice try
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attention
yet somehow it is for the attention
when did this happen?
oh, look! He's about to put a gun in his mouth
for attention! Aha! Tricked you, this never happened
nothing I have ever experienced can be said to exist
because no attention
you make me real
you make me reel
you make me feel how you want to feel
or else
at her funeral
make sure to tell me that you and my art are
in love and spending time together
love my art
do you hate me?
"I love your art!!
same difference
I want you to hate my art now
At
I thought she was the first person to acknowledge my entire being
without becoming terrified
And who else has been able to overcome the
fear that is necessary to overcome if you want to see me as I am
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I exist
Ripley's Believe it or Not!
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She isn’t so afraid of me that she must make of me an image
that loves the attention for images so that I may be ever more invisible
that I shovel dirt on my own live burial
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a gift of the opportunity to create something out of the circumstances
and raw materials
strength that is an accumulation of courage
that grows greater
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by doing something everyone else is afraid of
and a mob, a family, a tribe tells you not to do it, because it scares them
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good thing I don't allow approval or disapproval of others
to be a guide, for longer than it takes to recognize reflections
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i would never have created anything if it weren't for defying voices
who told me how awful I am and how ashamed I make them feel
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Now I need attention, give me so much attention
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and a warrior must endure their assumptions
that gifted is akin to some form of laziness
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those who hate what they do to themselves for others
they work
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unlike you,
GIFTED one
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it is better to give than recieve
and i have heard that you are making money
he is making money
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the humility that it TAKES
to admit that a person is given money
by another, in exchange for their time and energy
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is lacking
the federal reserve makes money
others collect money
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others are trading chunks of themselves
as an exchange and
how much of me is in change?
how much is your net
worth
I am the wild
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still on the battlefield
wilderness of outlaw feelings
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I feel my way to knowledge
there is no humility in my face
"Alexander-face"
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so listen to my heart and ignore my face
I will not hide my face because Miss Interpreter
has a crush
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When I tie my shoes,
it was with my "big ego"
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If I looked like Anonymous
I could boast and brag and yet accomplish nothing
and be good ol' Guy....from way back when.
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I say nothing and the madlib is filled with
nouns, verbs, adjectives and adverbs that all come
together on my face
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a child's face
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tell me what to do
I can do all that I am capable
as the result of surviving many attempts at
murder murder murder you cannot kill Bran
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How does it feel
being stuck Raisin' Bran?
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I am the w
And our images say that this one and that one cannot be together
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I am not your inner child
a warrior has survived
rather than never seen hardship
so bring some
and make me grow beyond the
childhood of spontaneity and creation
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why did you let it die
why did you decide rather than
this is a man who cannot be stopped
why do you see a lost animal
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when I'm lonely I want attention for the images that are
differrent that images given to me
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and i no longer will allow images to walk ahead of me
Why did a storm arrive at your door,
as you began to hurt that three year old boy
It can only be just a coincidence right
That the storm began the day that you hurt him
And you were afraid of him and the eagles that screamed on the fence
That you could see through the window as you were thinking that you were alone
But you allowed God to be there
God saw you and enjoyed your behavior
So now it is me vs. God
The external God vs. the internal God
You called the invernal God
The infernal God
The god of winter
The king of the north
When all is externally dead and frozen
God is within the Individual
The only place where it is warm and beautiful
terrifying
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I was a weapon that could be used to be wielded by apparent
Creatures who pounce on me and steal my will when I am small and weak because I have gone behind enemy lines
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As you spent your free time patrolling my personal life
This is after doing everything to separate me from
any opportunities to be influenced by anyone at all who could influence my growth
You were given every opportunity to see if you could stop me from becoming this
And I am here, looks like you gave it your best shot
I let you get me like a man
who says hit me as hard as you can
I’ll let you go first, but you better make sure that you kill me and if you didn’t kill me,
severely cripple me
Well, I took it
I took it from you
Everything you had
You gave me everything you had
Thanks, for everything
How does it feel,
Being nothing?
I am here, stronger than I was before you gave me
Everything you had
Look where your fear has gotten you
The complete expectation of your fears
The exact picture of your fears
That I could survive what is at the end of the night
All I could find was a lonesome coward that needed
all that it throws at those who can see
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i just want attention for anything that i throw out
just as long as you never look at me,
that is the value of artand how lucky I am
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to be a man of sorrows that are not allowed to be communicated
they want to see a lucky man
they want to see a god
and an ego that thinks so highly of himself
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i look like Alexander and inside
i am a pale undead troll with scabs on my face and broken teeth
you have forbidden me to relate to the world as an ugly
and ordinary person
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nobody loves me
so I am too goo for you
because I look like Alexander
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Expecting me to tell you what to do
and conquer something
and I don't, i just chill and
you go ahead and conquer me in some small way
for being nice to you
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you never let me buy you a drink
better to give than recieve
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you like my art,
i should let you be alone with art
three's a crowd...it's awkward with the creator around
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I'm the Holy ghost between the Art and the Father
That had an extremely powerful tool of flipping things into their opposite
You trapped me in the most elaborate hall of mirrors
If I looked outside myself only, I would never escape
And you knew that you had to block me from the access to the inside
Hit me with everything you’ve got
Now I have connected the farthest away from myself, with the home of myself…
Now I am everywhere
What are you going to do against what you did with everything you’ve got and now
Who is Gott??
The German Goat
If you were me you would just love the attention that you would be getting for being able to create something that people say is a mazing
The maze, the labyrinth, alabyrinth is
A wilderness entered with the blessing of the labia
If the guardians of the door have not granted entry
Fear the wilderness
Fear is the wilderness
I have been born with more gain
You go get born again
More gain is the inertia of courage
There was far more courage
That I took with me to the next place
How I am gifted
They took away every outlet
And made me into their outlet
Plugging into me I closed every opening
And the energy the pulled out could not be controlled
So we lived in a hurricane of my upset
They could not take away my capacity to create
To express
When you hurt me the eagles arrived and the ravens
Followed your car and the bikers stared at you a long stare
Somehow the boy is doing this
That boy, the voice says
Is the enemy
My Colors were Black and Red…
I went out looking for the White Buffalo
I was Black and well read and She was Red with moon white Skin
She was well read and Black with moon white skin
I was Red and that was the deal
Now I can connect the other side of the mirror