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Amble on, Death...

Amble On Gently

 

A star in my coffee...

It's immaculate Con-inception

The nature and science had a babe

and it's name is memory drip percolator

Human hybridization is no myth

It's me, it's you.

It's organic, it's mechanic

Oh, yeah!

For a braver new world

Cyberterrorism is practiced daily in the US,

not by misguided, youth troops

It's banks, advertising, and marketing

It those of us that like to pretend

Things certain things would never happen

Humanity's dreams are sold daily

Do you have stock in companies that support such things?

Do you remember being offered a pill to see your first IMAX film?

Dark money can't save you.

Did what they could, and sold the rest...

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atalanta-undigested
Published
Nov 11, 2013
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Amble On Gently

A star in my coffee...

It's immaculate Con-inception

The nature and science had a babe

and it's name is memory drip percolator

Human hybridization is no myth

It's me, it's you.

It's organic and mechanic

For a braver new world

Cyberterrorism is practiced daily in the US,

not by misguided, youth troops

It's banks, advertising, and marketing

It those of us that like to pretend

Things certain things would never happen

Humanity's dreams are sold daily

Do you have stock in companies that support such things?

Do you remember being offered a pill to see your first IMAX film?

Dark money can't save you.

Did what they could, and sold the rest...

Thanks for the inspiration, The Tinyheiny Press

©2013 YJSS. All Rights Reserved.

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