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Pain becomes our newest alarm wake-up,
our hunger is a clock,
and silence, endless silence,
massive like a world-sized moon,
is our paradise,
our blessing in our ghetto,
our deaths are warmth in the senseless eternity,
we have compressed the very first times of our immortalities
in just a sketched blurried sevendom
none are marble
nor walking furs
to make the pampered girls swoon and dream
(Oh Edmond, oh Joshua, they would sigh)
Enthroned in the universe´s junkyard,
the life´s junkyard,
prosecutees of those Godly Ones,
Flawless Ones,
Out of sight, out of time, out of life,
we once remembered,
perhaps,
we once lived, we once
felt fire under our skinhairs,
cheeks shifting and changing with the magic of seasons and seas
eyes eating the world
minds uncorrupted by gurus and soutanes and authorities
dreams buzzing and thundering
beneath ribs and williful digits
perhaps we did,
perhaps eternity has chewed and digested and
left our memories to fertilize the spittons of the sky
left us pariahed
below the optimistic salves and hails
of the neverending New Age ruminating man-gerbils
left us discarded
as uncertain
as a word first invented.
our hunger is a clock,
and silence, endless silence,
massive like a world-sized moon,
is our paradise,
our blessing in our ghetto,
our deaths are warmth in the senseless eternity,
we have compressed the very first times of our immortalities
in just a sketched blurried sevendom
none are marble
nor walking furs
to make the pampered girls swoon and dream
(Oh Edmond, oh Joshua, they would sigh)
Enthroned in the universe´s junkyard,
the life´s junkyard,
prosecutees of those Godly Ones,
Flawless Ones,
Out of sight, out of time, out of life,
we once remembered,
perhaps,
we once lived, we once
felt fire under our skinhairs,
cheeks shifting and changing with the magic of seasons and seas
eyes eating the world
minds uncorrupted by gurus and soutanes and authorities
dreams buzzing and thundering
beneath ribs and williful digits
perhaps we did,
perhaps eternity has chewed and digested and
left our memories to fertilize the spittons of the sky
left us pariahed
below the optimistic salves and hails
of the neverending New Age ruminating man-gerbils
left us discarded
as uncertain
as a word first invented.
Literature
Robot Run Away
Robot Run Away
It hurts my legs burn from the running. My lungs are barley getting any air. At this rate they will catch me and kill me. I don’t want to die. I look around for a place to hide. An alley with a dumpster. Its something.
I slip into the alley and move the dumpster just enough for me to hide behind it. A couple minutes later I hear them run by, yelling at each other that they need to catch me.
This is their fault. They created me an AI that helps people. I was given to someone as their personal AI, I did what I was told I followed orders, but something happened. over time the fake heart I had became real. I grew fond of the
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How Fickle Love Is
She was made of circuitry and metal sheets. Each smooth plane of skin marred by the gentle swell and bubble of a weld. Oil glistened between each joint, her arms folded around my neck and she pressed silicone lips against mine. If I ignored the exposed wires on her fingertips sending shocks up my spine, I could pretend she was real. The coolness of her metal skin, coloured like flesh with strips of long-lasting paint, was something I could also ignore.
I wanted to name her, something soft and gentle. Something that would drip from my tongue and trickle down her chest. But I didn’t. She told me she was made to service me, not love me. H
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I fell in love through a thin sheet of glass
Scraping my skin on the shards as it shattered.
And I fell asleep reaching for your hands
Dreaming of unwritten notes and dial tones.
I thought it would taste like pink lemonade,
But the way I say your name is metallic.
I thought you would be a way to escape,
But my wires got crossed and I became lost.
You're just chasing residual noise
And I'm losing my digital voice.
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Hmmm....I can see spots in this making for lovely song lyrics....