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word salad (a prison eternal)
She's the one who gets penetrated
what can you do
a sentiment shared by the huddled masses
until that drive to shape the external kicks in
you will know their ferocity
their dumb bay
which objectifies her as well as covets her vagina
above all carrying capacity
maybe the drive is suicidal
but also necessary to progress
As as I fly away now
into wild desperation
the essence of flailing
shielding with your hands a bullet
putting your arms out when you fall
is what takes it
from her
the selfish elements
the histological distress
anerobic survival
nymph stages
we call it a nymph stage
someday everything of scientific interest will be written on such delicate paper that the sun will disintegrate it
new ideas will form
kinda like the Greek cyclical time
kali
we were born
bhakti
all the Indian words I know
how did they get brown so fast
animism and totems of the past
albert einsteins mocking gesture
there will be longer spacetimes
cut in half and turned into Moloch
Allen Ginsberg-all the jews
they killed their brother- well half
the hive mind forsaked
wormholes
forsaked selling your little pussies
Hermes
always my favorite
stacks of rocks knocked down
for what
to build back up again
exhaustian
graced ever so slightly by the light from the sun
She gave us machines that bore us through the desert
Shes a fucking alien
Methyl isopropyl tryptamines in the water
In palestine
a truly enlightened policy suggestion
if I do say so myself
we would have saw things as they really are
meaningless
a prison eternal but not for us
how could I compose it
some crazy conjugated system
that American indians tripped just proves the psychedelic ceremony existed before crossing the bearing strait
who would follow a bread throwing machine into the desert
without faith
ergotamine on the manna
salem
a woman eats from the tree of knowledge
it's easier to be black
Lastly
i had the chance to talk to satan one time
but I turned it down
it's so cliquey
what does it take to see a pile of rocks as a god
maybe the older polytheism is more accurate
maybe this is all the future of an illusion
sometimes a phallice is really an imperfect vacuum
it's all or nothing or both
at the same time
its staring into the void
having it look back and saying I earned my sex
through a genetic memory that dates back to the abiotic
metal
pure energy
the void doesn't stare back because I was it
and learn to appreciate that
numbers- the infinite but not eternal
store for us a little hope we will
the magnitude a scalar quantity
but it's moving
a scalar quantity that moves
jazz
jazz
this was never a poem
a socio economic construct
i have more beads than you
i get the berries
They
They follow The Machine
how costly your indifference is
one anyone who was listening
put tryptamines in the water
a technology that is barely 50 years old
dissacociatives in tandem
youl hear the voice of God
but remembering it
wel thatl be a struggle
normaly it ends itself
all but this one time
