I remember what I was like before I knew fear. And then I changed. I’m not afraid of death. I am afraid of love.
I remember what I was like before I knew fear. And then I changed. I’m not afraid of death. I am afraid of love.
Hello There You,
Enjoying all of the pictures of you from your shows. Forgetting how to write English because I am used to commenting with hearts and flames when ever I see images of you now. Your nose is so awesome, I love it from every angle. I love your beard, but I love your naked chin too. I love that your sexy naked chin is somewhere under your sexy wild beard. And your eyes, not sure I will be able to handle them in person, up close, without completely losing my mind forever. I am willing to risk any and all side effects of such a miracle, including my instantaneous death from heart and/or head explosion, and I am willing to sign a legal document to that effect. You know already that I love your nipples 😛 but do you know how much I love your hands? I am obsessed with your hands. Strong. Sexy. Masculine. Hardworking. Expressive. Talented. Beautiful. Artful. Hands, yours. Both of them. I stare at them whenever I can. I love how you use them when you talk and perform.
Hope your week is going smoothly. Imagining you happy as you get ready to celebrate life with your fans this weekend.
Good Evening Mr. Controversy,
I had to go to Brooklyn today. Yes. I left the house. Now, I am back in my womb.
The internet is telling me some people are giving you a hard time about pyrotechnics. I hope it’s not getting you down. If it is getting you down I can do a dance for you, a ridiculous dance, the dance to end all dances, I can do a dance so outrageous in it’s ridiculousness that all of your troubles would instantly vanish because my ridiculous moves would work like a magic eraser and wipe away all of your misery with every single shimmy I shake, but I will NOT stop there, I will keep dancing until you start laughing, first with your eyes and then with your belly and then your mouth until you also have to jump up and dance! Let’s make a deal. This is what I can do for you if you’re interested. I can do this RIGHT NOW. Free of charge. Or 50% off if you prefer to throw away your hard earned tears, that’s right. This dance cannot be bought with money. It can only be bought with your tears or the threat of your tears or the memory of your tears, but as advertised above I am totally willing to give you the misery erasing ridiculous dance FREE OF CHARGE (use code #usosexymarshall at checkout), Yes. That’s right! Any time you want, just for YOU, I will give YOU a personalized misery erasing ridiculous dance for the price of NO TEARS! That’s right, you don’t even have to be miserable or sad to benefit from this special unlimited time offer! One size fits you, no matter how small or big you get even if you throw out this coupon in a fit of exhaustion from being too happy all the time. This offer can be combined with other ridiculous offers from me. And if you act now I will throw in the ridiculous song of songs for an additional 99% off AND I’ll throw in a ridiculous rebate for the other 1%! That means you get an unlimited lifetime supply of misery erasing ridiculous dances PLUS ridiculous songs of songs for the amazing, stupendous, remarkable, fantastic, delightful, sublime, supernatural, attractive, alluring, sensuous, seductive price of nothing!
That is my solemn pledge. Ridiculous and real.
How are you? Feeling wonderful I hope. It’s a beautiful morning and I am feeling wonderful thinking about you. My head has been exploding with all kinds of emotions and I have been having trouble focusing. Yesterday I went to get a facial and they told me my appointment was on Wednesday. I went to the supermarket, without my wallet. Tried to start a million things and then would realize I was just sitting there stunned and hadn’t done anything. Yesterday I literally got nothing done. I am walking around in circles, like a confused puppy. Every day I wake up but I feel like I am not waking up, I feel like I am going deeper into a dream. I am dizzy, laughing and singing and muttering, “we go together, we go together, he says we go together!” I am a mess, but I am looking pretty good on the surface. That gym is breaking my ass!
Sooooo, you have me swooning all over the place. Now, I understand the meaning of ‘Beautiful Trauma’. I have so much joy in my heart and I need a gurney to get me around because I am too stunned to function.
Excited for your fans that they get to see you this weekend!! You will blow them away like you always do. You are the Rap God, the King of Artists, The Man of Men. ROCK THEIR WORLD! They are waiting for you with love. Make them scream!!!!
Travel safe, I am always thinking about you. Here in New York I will be cat-sitting for the people upstairs and trying to get some art made while daydreaming about the future with you. I know we will have so much fun and tenderness together. I know it deep in my heart and soul and bones! I know we are a joyful, passionate, and compassionate match made in heaven! Still, I am praying that I don’t disappoint you. My main fear moving forward (and it terrifies me) is that I am going to be limiting you in some way. You have so much freedom and opportunity and I am just one woman. I don’t want to rob you of experiences you might need, or have become accustomed to (if you know what I mean) and I don’t ever want to try to control you or lose myself drowning in a sea of inadequate feelings. I can’t lie, I am scared.
My hope: That you will always feel free around me, to be exactly who you need to be to be happy and to shine and to keep growing and glowing. Let’s always be able to tell each other what we need. I want to be good for you, a great spiritual asset to you, someone you always look forward to interacting with, someone who brings you comfort, peace and joy. Since the first day I started writing to you my goal was to try to do something to cheer you up, to stimulate your creative spirit and protect your mental health. That has been my goal since day one. I have failed at times to be consistent and I am still very pained by my inability to conduct myself properly on Genius because I know exactly how that looks on the surface. It looks like I am not committed and that I will change my mind and that I am flaky and all of those assumptions are fair but they are not true. I promise they are not true. I am willing to talk to you about why I failed that “test” (if you even care about it anymore like I do.)
Today I will try to be useful on the cloud I am living on. I will try to knock the cartoon hearts that are circling my head out of the way so I can see straight. I will be thinking of you , like I always do. Wherever you are I hope you can feel the power of my devotion and my affection for you, traveling over space and time, to fill you with warmth and cover you with psychic kisses all over every single inch of your glorious form. One day soon, God willing, I will cover you with kisses for real.
Stay safe, Handsome. Have a great time this weekend.
And of course, thank you, for everything.
Thanks for flashing me your nipple on Sunday!
Yes, I am losing it.
When I was a little girl my father taught me how to play chess.
There are so many beauties to chess. One is that there is no time limit between moves. Each player can take as long as they need to make the move that’s best for them. A player can take two years if they need to and the other player will wait if they want to keep playing the game.
The King can move in any direction, one space at a time. He is the most precious and important piece on the board. All the other pieces are employed to protect him because as soon as he is threatened by Checkmate, the game is over and nothing else can happen.
His Queen can also move in any direction, but she can move for as many spaces as she wishes and seize whatever blocks her path. She is the most powerful piece on the board. However the King does not need her to survive. The game goes on if she is lost in battle.
Currently we are playing the game of love on “opposing” teams playing to conquer each other’s hearts in an intoxicating game that time wise beats the world record by years. We’ve managed to play on an invisible board, while simultaneously playing the endless other games we need to play to survive in our respective worlds. The time which we have needed to make our moves in this game has made me walk across vast empty loveless deserts to reach you which will make my victory all the more sweet when I finally capture you and drink from your kiss.
You have given me the most merciful and miraculous chance to play the most elaborate and beautiful game of chess ever played in my quest to win your heart. And you are teaching me something my father could not teach me, you are not giving up on me and I am eternally grateful and I love you, I love you, I love you and I will never leave you.
But enough of games.
You were incredible last night, you looked so joyful and powerful and handsome and I heard every word you said and I received every loving message you sent me with every song you played and every song you didn’t. And I was so happy to see you with your beautiful tribe of geniuses who always shine for you, no matter what, and surround you and defend you and inspire you and elevate you and protect with their love.
And your fans, how they live for you and scream for you and you make them believe in themselves and in their dreams. They know every word of every song because you have filled their souls with a deep hunger for your poetry and your music and the splendid artistry in everything you do. You have earned all of this beauty and power because you are a force of nature. You turn fire into love. You deserve every good thing you inherit from your labors because of your deep and passionate dedication to game of life.
Well played, my God. Well played.
Hope you are having a beautiful weekend. I’ve just finished writing my apology to you. Maybe somehow I will be able to find you tomorrow. It would mean a lot to me if I could read it to you and truly apologize in person.
Thank you for all of the beautiful magic that you are. You amaze me and I am so grateful.
They don’t have to be boring.
You have me all worked up you sexy beast. You have me out of my mind crazy. I want to “fight” with you in the most outrageous, sexy ways.
Did you ever see this movie?
(The Italian version with English subtitles is the best. Don’t watch the Madonna version it sucks.)
Stay you. Stay you. Stay you.
Be safe always, please. My spidey senses are tingling.
Thank you for everything.
#SoBeIt #SweptAway #Southpaw #Whore #Pigfucker
“Touch me” can refer to physical touch but can also be about spiritual communion between two spirits.
“Touch me” is a request to be welcomed to a place where hope reigns supreme. With an open heart and a willingness to trust, one can learn how to stay enthralled and inspired by the mystery of life. An open mind allows us to feel the infinite power of possibility and discover our purpose and persevere.”
– Written for You on Genius
I am so sorry and there are so many things I want to say to you. How sorry I am is at the top of the list.
Thank you for filling my world with so much magic.