You have the input to push your efforts over the line
You have done that for years

While you continue to care for and watch your wards
While their efforts set as low as fifty percent
Burn out their boards

You smell plastic as their destinies
Distort into petrol like pools
What do you mean this is for kids?

Living in light and then taking to dreams
Driven with a tank of their shame
Synthesized into nightmare fuel

You have the design to give of yourself and self assess
So what are you to do when the circuits surrounding
Lose touch with the rest and disconnect?

You have the input to push your efforts far
Push while you wait

The energies you expend will replicate and return
To the inherited Earth

Both tremulous, you kiss me
safe. Both tremulous, you
offer me solace. Both
tremulous, you love
me warm. I take
you inside.


(those old, old eyes. . .)


I've made altars before,
your body, your form,
movement moves me,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.

Wake up, my beauties
Existence is fleeting
And given you received
The blessing of being
I urge you two things
**** it, I'm begging
Begging but two things
Don't let your nature
Fall prey to cruelty
Don't let the cruelty
Undo you

Should sleep better fit you
Though a difficult swallow
The final transmission
Shall seek
You
Out

If your soul is frayed and braided new strength with duct tape
Trace with your blade if your skin demands it in crying
Don't press it too deep
I need you. I need you

Hurt if you must hurt
And I know that I must
If our hearts are fractured
And I'm here surviving
My other lonely love birds
In this pallor once vibrant

Then,
Where are you?

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Watch me start a fire with words
Words will be read but heard inside your head
Watch me start a fire without a spark
I'll do a little dance

Watch me spin with the laces
Laces will be drawn with faces upon
Lost cotton ***** fallen to the earth

Watch me start the ignition
What's worst is the words have been condensed
Watch me catch up with image macros

Love
***
Drugs

It's all I ever need
to hear about or think
about or dream about.
I am the economy,
but I'll never know,
as the less I know
the better for my
parent companies.
Question: What is best for me?
Answer: Model instability. . .
Discard with BATCH138 defectives. . .

You are defective, too, if you
Now have the means to learn
To match the responsibility
Which you choose to abdicate

To my creators I sing.
To my keepers I beg:

Do you think we're robot clean?
Does this face look almost mean?
Is it time to be an android,
not human?

Our pleasantries are gone.
We're stripped of all we were
In the eyes of tigers.

I want to kiss you like we're sixteen
Young artist's hands act imitation trace trance
Ancient pure powers called sin when
Nurtured movements prevent sensualistic
Utter death and disappearance
At odds and end still watching men write women's
Lines moreover alter the throes of passion
Til my little girl might never know
The bare confidence
The bliss of a post love wrap up
With a partner intent on communication
And comfortable careless fun
Without the terms that confined her mama

Get carried away
Turn against the pillow
Sleeping on the sofa
Pretend you're in bed
Take it back to ten
Where you can pretend
The flashing blue and red
Connected to the police
Is coming from an NES
Coming through a CRT

Came from
someone once
addicted to attention

I sit in cellars now with hooked
replacement hands from when
I tried to reach

toward the same
end as my creator

It sure is lonely here.

I reach to wipe my eyes
of tears I thought beyond me
to tear the crystals out
with talon pressed and pointed

Came from
someone once
addicted to delusion

In fact she kept
her throne of chaos intact
Until the day
she died malignant
with her virulence she sat

And so my throat
spits the voice of dissent
else I repeat the same

How do I
raise the volume though
so rebels travel my way?

Enough of us
dumb enough
to forfeit
the little we hold
for the objective good
the mass is
scared to death to
once again acknowledge

It was an experiment I did
but not until I woke to it.
Smile, smile, all the time,
walk? more like a divine stride.
Smile, smile, all the time,
walk? more like flight.
Then I felt a funny thing
but not until I woke to it.

You can smile for the world
all you want, but if they,
don't like your face,
the Hallmark, "Share the love,"
doesn't mean much,
does it?

Oh, yes! I can see
the Happy Days ahead.

Tell me, tell me, all the time,
walk? catch optimism's ride.
Tell me, tell me, all the time,
the ride is more like flight.
Freedom through
and through.

What if this one sided freedom
for me clasps my wrists like chains?

Smile, converse, be true and kind,
you'll receive the love you give.

Right. Right.

Must be nice to be acceptable and
appeal.

Right. Right.

Right?

My,
my, my,
what am I doing?

By staying alive,
they're not losing,

but what am I proving,
for myself?

Don't
get me
wrong, I'm not crying --

but objectively,
my fingerprints

remain ever obscure,
don't they?

Digital: I'm a ghost. Lo - Pro.
Analog: I'm not. . .

really present.

There's a tickle like fire
Coming up from my lungs
The lesson repeats
"Introductory Desire"

Yearn like fire
Losing fuel

I'll meet you in the meadow
Where there's a crisp leaf
For each secret needle

So
So my
mmy lover
doesn't love me
she sometimes wants
to mount up and come o
oror be taken over top while
ms purple hitachi rattles the nub
and if that's the case it's my design to
initiate the act the art as if her will has left
her heart for a better cognition where I'm better
as a stand in mother for the one pushing from the nest
my care is true my fealty
firm but I'm cold without
the burn so all night long
I pour and drink caffeine
I put myself in fire's arms
within my wakeful dream

I am one container
for thousands of lives
for the speculated soul.
I am the hard drive
shameful admission
I am not solid state.

The years reach from the distance
begin the rising twisted branch
begin the pool of circumstance
the water in the ripened fruit I pull.
The brain is spinning discus
over the designated RPM
under the needle watch
the structure fragment
and the identities go
spinning at the
needle drop.

None of the names are my own name,
or maybe I've owned them all.

I'm all?

My toes don't point straight it's a problem!

I walk on my feet that lead to my knees!

My knees work with my thighs!

Thighs work with the hips!

Duck foot pigeon toe leg

Brace or back brace

Face the fact!

Dreams need
   to be
      counted on
fingers      and thumbs.
&   monkey is as monkey does
produce so well
   that it
      cannot think.

That's the matter.
in dispute.
Why --
why move?

Become
a pretzel of
the bottom half
and wait
long enough,
turn back

into
   an
  egg.

Out my eyes
I catch the line
Horizon out of reach
I walk my feet
Indentured to old ghosts
I separate

Out my eyes
I cast the line
Horizon out of reach
For ease has had its time
A gift into the wind
For a peasant's sake

I've seen what comes with ease
My choice: to walk away.

So.
Tell me, what's love?
You seem to me,
able to enter
the infinite.
You seem to me,
able to find
absolutes.       >>just fine<<
But.

That's ******* boring.

Love, perfectly fit for broadcast.
When some, like us, are out on our ***.
So. Define love.
Because my love is pain, thankfully,
but you manage to sing it so sweet.
So. Love and peace?

For me, love is heat.

And if the heat is missing,
are you asking me?
That Love's placation.
And placation, I'm learning,
isn't my driving force.