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a certain fervor displayed amongst the sentient
allows for thirst and the unattainable.
some are content with digital dolls.

a struggle to reject or horde the 10010111010s
grants fulfilling loneliness and addiction.
others are pleased with analog activities.

a notion to fuse and streamline methodology
denies the satisfaction from the origin.
all are pacified with numbing re re re repetitives.

the shifting gravity on whether its possible,
is a complex thing to proclaim.
but for who?
and what reasoning?

i know what it means:
carnage to all around, while the ignorant roam,
and the loved wage war against all thoughts

stay away from such things,
my mind is reeling.
for me to cause the ruination of all things taught
would be worse
than skin sloughing off live hands

this is something that c a n n o t BE
but understanding while entering the precise data
is what craves me.

lets go back to the ingrained reactions.
attack or exit?
most would say
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you can tell what they really want,
an aegis of control.
but even that wont stop the damning flames
gorging thru spines.

i do look forward to release from infestation
drenching me in a relief of song

formulating ideas, thinking out, wondering if
i can go

it has to be fast, it has to be hard, even so
do it now

……my stomach hurts.

how does it go again?
i think i remember

only a matter of time now,
hopefully it comes quickly

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i just want to fly
it must be the most,
the most supurb thing.
to climb above the air
and eat the sky

to dream, i feel
to think, i feel

i love human reaction
to stimuli and passion,
beyond our composure.
its here and now
and i embrace it

to think, i feel
to dream, i feel

green
leaping into the black
youve never felt so alone

the air rushes everywhere around
and all you hear
is death

remember to just curl up
youve practiced this before
it will be alright

the landings gonna be rough,
let that escape your mind
and do what youve been told

i cant help but to be reminded
almost everything
makes my mind transform

the melody
the sight
the redolence

something new and never experienced
would take me further
than something i know

i turn around
and see you everywhere
but only standing in my thoughts

the winter
is just temporary
but the taste is of mint

i was re-reading what i wrote the other day and thought it sounded like i was depressed. i am not. its not about my life, it is about something else. although if you would like to interpret it that way, be my guest. here is something a bit more happy. about one of my school classes.

discussing nothing
while you bandage
my fake injury

repeating what we know
to make it unchangeable
as we learn to save lives

pressing my hands
on the naked chest of
the artificial woman
giving life,
while breaking bones

sucking the liquid
from your nose
so that you can breath

giving you the essence
so that your heart
wont burst
and letting you breath
the marvelous sky

wondering when it will end
as i lay here
making up my own memories

wishing i could change
what i have crafted
into something incredible

punching what is left
of the affection
still unwavering

will it ever begin?