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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 homo-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
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May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
A Feasible Option
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 homo-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
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ashby-brown
May 31, 2011
May 31, 2011 at 9:34 PM UTC
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