My method of living here
Is no longer fashionable
To read to write to venture
Is now seen as second class
To experience has evolved
I am man and machine
A ****-sapien 2.0
Letters pour forth from my hands
Like a pitcher filled with sand
The words worth less
Then the commodity of nothing
What is the point of the professor's polished shoe?
What are we all really trying to do?
Surviving is a middle weights goal
Transcending oh Heavy Weights Behold!
Near to death we link arms to appearent madness
We've entered the dark realm of the void and it is
Very
Very
Bleak here
To die human
Is no longer
A feasible option