Obey, follow, command, repeat, instruct, construct, destruct
All is same
None shall change
Follow the lines
Follow the path
Follow the leaders
Follow 1 through 10
Don’t change, remain same, equality, robotic, lawful, Order.

You are the center of your universe
You are what you want to be
You are the fear in the dark, the hope in the light
This is your story, to be free from others, to rule as a god or serve as a slave
Make it your own
Make it you.

Inside my mind
There she lies.
Trapped in a state of unending desire.
With her eyes like dark fires.
The passion burning up inside.
I want her
I need her
I have to have her.
It tickles the strings upon my heart to see her dark fire eyes.
You can see the flaming love inside her eyes and feel it upon your mind, like ecstasy.
She could make a nihilist feel purpose.
Make an atheist a believer.
Why,
I believe in something when I see her.

Keyboard on my desk
Ideas in my mind
Spit them out and tell a story
Download your ideas into words
Into stories
Into art
Into new ideas for the people to see
Make the beginning of a new invention, and tell the world.

What is it good for?
Depopulation
Job inflation
World totalitarianism
To end Racism
Bring about a new generation
To enslave the nation
Not one, but all
Stop this unending brawl
It’s out of control
Only the souls
of the dead
will know when the war ends.

There is no purpose, there is no end goal
It’s an empty chest
A tunnel without light
A broken stairway
A ruined path
But you mustn’t fear, for there is much to enjoy
The food, the people, the games, the drugs, the men and women whom you call lovers
That’s your purpose.

Time to blam jast this up in here.
No more sounds
only noise

Noses to mute the voices
The voices that make you feel bad
either because it's a lie
or it's true

I write this as I sit utop this black sky morning wondering,
"Is there a way to make the voices of pain go away."
As I type these words, I remember the incoherent noise that which is the endless buzz of emotionless music

But as I listen to the noise
I hear the emotion I once felt in a rymthic pattern of happy and clank

Clank
Bomb
Crass
Thud
Love
Tick
Bang
And now I remember the pain I once felt
But as a past

Not the now
the now is brighter than the yester

That yester which I may miss but I go on
Because we must be strong to move on from the past

listen to the noise of music and forget the pain that once hurt