Motormouth's Anonymous - Oliver Hart

So I says to the guy «Hey, I’m writing a screenplay»

But Pavlov did pair it with an unconditioned stimulus for a reason

And whoever murdered prophecy can expect a prize from me

And at the exact same time in a totally different novel much stickier than this

one came the life of a salesman when card houses crumble

Dammit what word rhymes with «Hide the spike?»

Hey uh… can I borrow one of those cigarettes?

I don’t know, I don’t smoke

Everyone I know is hollow

So what am I to do I can’t follow

Their footsteps If I wanna see tomorrow

I keep my chin even with the sun of the evening

So I don’t succumb to the sorrow

Scarred and hardened is my heart of charcoal

The garden of weight to harness equates that of a car load

Borrow me five dollars for the art show

I’ll pay you back the day I sell my gargoyle

Hard boil my eggs with a side of cardboard

Carve my name in the barn to alarm all the farm folk

My ego problem’s just a parcel

Vertically I cruise currently enthused to surgically remove my barcode

Momma’s little boy seems to have some awful bizarre goals

He’s not moving 'til the fungus in his jar grows

He’s got a hair on his arm for every dart thrown

Hoping the bridge he built of gasoline-soaked yarn holds

For the followers, the deputies and the marshals

And especially the MCs who haven’t yet had their card pulled

I roam the streets with a necklace made of shark skulls

And a tooth in the ground that’s how I leave my mark

Don’t you think American Beauty was way better than Fight Club?

I mean did Einstein reject quantum mechanics because uncertainties for devils

or is that flower just not worth plucking?

It’s intriguing, jeez this fucking phone cords

I know a song you don’t know

I bet this glass will still be see-through next year

Hey uh… c-could you order me another beer?

I don’t know, I don’t drink

I used to always talk shit about MCs, but then I realized

I gotta grow up one day you see, now I’m more civilized

But, that is why you pitiful guys didn’t die when victimized

Cause I still got it in me to bend a sissy and send him to his demise,

pus drips from a bitter sky

What’s this from is it my karma?

The snake eats its tail Wake me up fail to break free from jail

Flaky and stale’s my armor

18 and frail as cardboard It’s a hard chore escaping from hell

Pardon me for my language your honor

But lately I feel anguished conquering my inner power

A martyr racing a snail a yard or so behind

I’m wandering through the forest like a poor little coward

How were the head games that you experienced?

I nearly pissed my pants as I missed my chance to be

Seriously advanced

Spiritually enhanced

I’d watch the flame flicker and dance but I can’t my man I got plans

I stand strong with my hand on the mic

Tryna freestyle the answers to life

Cause uh, you know I consider myself a pretty good freestyler

Yeah I like the sound of that (So what happens next?)

What happens in that space between «I love you"and…

Gödel's theorem suggests certain information can travel faster than the speed

of light

But I keep flashing back to the first time I broke my teeth

But I’m on Mars

So smile strong, breathe good

The writer of this riddle is dead

Walking, walking, running, left

What’s really going on?