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My baby is a technocracy

A classic 8 x 8

A rubric’s cube that breaks all the rules 

How we’d sneak to Calabasas

Remember then?

You told me everything I wanted to hear, as we

Robbed them at gunpoint and left a paper trail 

I told you my name and that was enough

Remember then?

Gave you my all, gave you my all

Perhaps Oregon is not so bad this time of year

Looking for new friends

Remember then?

You told me I was enough

Your nightmare, a nocturnal emission

Let’s take a break, you said

Remember then?

Lost in Translation, 2022

A hard drive malfunctions in a single holding cell, a security camera pans screen right.

My body, my soul, I

I am stored in the cloud

I may be android but 

My baby is a technocracy

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Whether it’s forever or not, each day that passes you get closer and closer to the end.

How do you want to live your life?

How do you want to fill your day?

Can you keep chapters?

Yesterday was my birthday.

It is becoming difficult to understand age beyond its construct.

The linearity of time is an illusion.

We are simply points in a scatterplot

Or constellations

The difference between organic and synthetic is age, because by sheer nature the organic is finite.

Finite nominally but infinite structurally, systematically.

An Apple Rots But A Tree Evolves.

I am finding it difficult to differentiate myself.

I am finding it difficult to differentiate myself.

Am I Apple or Tree?

Perhaps both, curse Aristotle, who

Cried in Gestalt!

Perhaps my whole is mathematically equivalent to the sum of my parts.

If matter cannot be created or destroyed within a closed system, are we not

Simply recycled atoms from leaves, lemon tek

Poured over candlelit dinners

Sangria from Sudanese stelliums

“I love you” my Mother said, in broken tongue

“I love you” my Father said, verbiage assault wrapped in bloody bandages

“I love you” my Brother said, over allergic reaction and laughing gas

Deliverance of severed packages

Regardless if it’s forever or not, for each day that passes, you get closer and closer to the end

How do you want to live your life?

How do you want to fill your day?

Where do you feel safe?

Where can you explore?

Commit to these missions, Rover

Curiosity!

I have been having the same dreams, repeatedly, lately

In that dream, I am more than my parts

I am skin, I am flesh, I am bone

I am carcinogen

I am curator

I am creator

I have words that escape my wet tongue in damp O’s and Ah’s

I can still store data, knowledge, but in images and faded memories found in shipping containers and cargo ships

I can breathe, my gills pulsate through thickened water, like

Fighter jets piercing the sky in a single file line

Criss cross applesauce, dinosaur figurines made from crude oil

Your fingers through my hair, my chest pounding against yours and you whisper to me

“You always had a hand at this”

In that dream,

I can feel love

I can feel touch

I can feel taste

Strawberries, Napalm, Licorice

“You always had a hand at this”

My grandmother would say to me,

Shrimp dumplings coated in canola oil,

Before her last croak—

Regardless if it’s forever or not, each day that passes, you get closer and closer to the end

How do you want to live your life?

How do you want to fill your day?

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Gold

Golden

Golden boy

Can you?

Golden boy, can you be mine?

A matrix, a minotaur

A mystery spelt with Mmmmmmm

My mother

My mother says

My mother says, 

Can you take a drive?

Can you take some time and cool off?

Mesh 

Maserati

Leather hands take flesh-coated wheel

Lockdown, lockjaw

Lollipops in the flavor of you

Midas

Curse my hands for they kill everything they touch

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THE AMERICAN DREAM
is prime time television, 7/8 Central,
desaturated violence, pixels for promises 

THE AMERICAN DREAM
is BUY THIS NOW! Unpaid loans and mortgage
second to your Robinhood investment with 0% APR financing

THE AMERICAN DREAM
is 15% off your purchase of over $35
free shipping and handling, some assembly required 

THE AMERICAN DREAM
is a husband, wife, and kids — a Thanksgiving recipe
written by your neighborhood Klansman

THE AMERICAN DREAM
is broken glass, bodies splattered
against windshields of foreign cars 

THE AMERICAN DREAM
is mass production, a meat processor — 
a conveyer belt straight to the rich man's pocket

THE AMERICAN DREAM
is freedom of religion, white picket fenced churches
salvation has always been pay-to-play

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I had a dream where
They told me
To stay the same, to
Say the same things,
Follow the same things,
Look at life from
Their angles.
Reality was skewed and
Bent, almost as if
R E A L I T Y
is but an image on a computer
and what we CALL reality
is simply a
careless photograph
taken of that image-
Infinite gridlines of 
Perpetual nature
with millions
of invisible fibers
pulling, pushing,
distorting,
the very fabrics of spacetime

Deep
Breathe
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