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electrode

Electronic microscopic

unlimited data storage

reprogrammable detachable

secure and hidden

in a cute red ribbon.

 

It holds some files that might make you cry your eyes out.

Photos of dead things and living things one after another.

 

Pixilated imagery redefines your minds third eye

and its natural production of dimethyltryptamine

its very mean

to think that death

smells good

in mass.

 

Sensory data, delete.

Forget about it child

your too young to think

its crazy, and abnormal

don't be abnormal, it is dangerous

to be too free because in freedom

you can become a little dumb

loose your mind

forget what living is.

 

Go plant a flower or a tree

take a walk sometime

its healthy

to move.

Because you talk about how stagnate society is getting wail you sit there every day out of your mind exploring something you cant even see or feel. It's really silly to try to get something out of nothing, but data.

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Written by
sam-schroder-shaddow
English
Published
Jan 11, 2011
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The ribbon would be easier to look at if it were blue

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