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TS Nov 2019
You built me a casket that was too small and expected I would accept it quietly.




-t.s.
Bryce Jan 2018
ISOMETRIC SYSTEMS L.L.C

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SOUL PURCHASE OF THIS AUTOMATED MIND COLLECTION,
WITHOUT YOUR ORGANIC PURCHASING POTENTIAL, WE WOULD CEASE TO EXIST
PLEASE CONTINUE TO SUPPORT THE SYSTEM BY PURCHASING AND UTILIZING YOUR LIQUID ASSETS
WE EXPECT, AS ALWAYS, TO REPORT A REVENUE INCREASE FOR OUR SHAREHOLDERS BY THE END OF THE FISCAL YEAR
IF THE PRODUCT YOU RECEIVED WAS UNSATISFACTORY OR DEFECTIVE, PLEASE ADDRESS THE ATTACHED CONSUMER REPORT CARD TO YOUR NEAREST CONSUMER RELATIONS AGENT, WHERE A HYPER-SPECIALIZED INDIVIDUAL WILL BE ABLE TO ASSIST YOU.

WE STRIVE TO PROVIDE A 100% CLEAN AND CAREFULLY CURATED STATE OF MIND
SO THAT YOU DON’T HAVE TO.
Dyrr Keusseyan Jul 2016
Most people lost in trance,
No moral No virtue, none taking stance,
Corporations, profiling the masses for profit,
Wisdom, a lost art, never a conversation topic,

Most people  lost in trance,
Thinking, intellect seems active...  but at glance,
The masses follow but a single or many devils dance,
Compassion forbidden, ignorance in forever expanse.

Wickedness spreading even in a happy song,
The Path of Ancients, forgotten, what has gone wrong?
Spirituality always seen as an unscientific farce,
A pure state of consciousness, truly: a lost Art.

As a the masses defile, few seek purity,
All with masks on, fearing true reality,
Fools fooling fools, a vicious cycle,
Kings and pawns, dreaming of power and titles.

Lost in trance, for others amusement,
Greed seekers doing even the devil's recruitment,
Pollutants in all, mind, heart and body,
Lost in trance, devoid of potentiality.

A few fools, feeding on ignorance for money,
Truly, lost in trance, a lost humanity.
Jacob Giggey Sep 2015
The world is filled with swine in suits and ties,
hogging down and ******* out lies,
stopping here and there,
to trim their tusks and tame each others hair,
for appearance certainly is a must,
when you're a creature none should trust.
Sludge and slop goes to the top,
to feed the greedy boars.
The filthy ****** spread their legs from shore to shore
always wanting and demanding more and more.
From behind a locked door,
somewhere on an eighteenth floor,
you can hear their squealing cries,
smell their wretched sties,
and feel the hate that pours,
from their blackened beady eyes.
Use caution where you tread,
and think before you fill your head.
Be careful with which words you choose to believe,
for not everyone is who they seem to be.
Vamika Sinha Aug 2015
Insipid darkness
is no better womb for
thoughts.
Decent thoughts, maybe good
GREAT thoughts.
Thoughts that will flow
like the lava of imported electricity
not-but-should-be circulating in Gaborone's veiny grid.

But who cares?
Well, okay, your mother, now swearing
at the singed-black TV screen
(she's missed her daily soap).

Mother Darkness breeds thinkers.
Tell me, in the scramble for your cellphone flashlight,
did you find your inner Plato?
Ah, no, you surely became
a lightbulb,
humming with the shocks of unwritten words.

It is these minutes of lightless inertia when
it's best to tap your swollen top instead
of lighting a candle.
See, sun rays and tube lights dull the finish of ideas;
corporation-induced darkness provides more suitable conditions.
So you must tap the glass globe on your shoulders
and feel, yes,
feel the grey filament
within, buzzzzzzzz

Electricity.

Edison's 'Eureka!' finally
happening, as all 'Eurekas!' do, in
(literally) colourless mundane.

(Note to self: Write a thank-you email to that pathetic power corporation for your rebirth as a glow)

Thoughts.
Thoughts and thoughts, thoughts,
thoughts.
                 thoughts,
   thoughts,
thoughts and  
                            thoughts,
coming in viscous gallops,
extra voltage baby, thoughts!
Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,

IDEA.

You are no longer living!
You exist as shards of yes, one GREAT whole,
one...brace-taste the word now...
idea.

You are glimmers of something greater.
You are hot charges of energy your country failed to harness.

Sparked at the flick
of a lazy corporation's switch:
they

cut the power which
cut the flow in the varicose veins of Gaborone which
cut your bedroom's plastic brightness which
cut the bored-contented moment you were wallowing in which
cut your breath (still-half-scared of the dark, you) which
cut the blood flow to your grey matter which
cut the oxygen supply, replaced the fuel with electricity

and then you could think.

Thoughts
and  
thoughts
and

what will you do with them? If
you dare the sun's brilliance,
you might land up as some poor Icarus;
if you wait a half-volt longer,
I'm afraid the fuse will blow, madam and
your mother cannot comprehend these blue-light shocks,
please find a paper and a pen
immediately.

Ah.
So the electricity must, after all,
power something.
And in the crackling dash
to eke out your blow-blaze-brim-burn words
onto something that will last longer
than today's ration of blackness,

the power comes back.

Mind chars into itself.
Snuffed too soon, you pathetic power corporation,
why did you put me out like that?

Your mother turns to you and mutters
'Thank God.'
This poem has a second meaning too, if you bother to think about it. Maybe sit in the darkness to figure it out?
NeroameeAlucard Feb 2015
February 14th
the most overrated day
all cards and candy.
so ******* cliche.
but big companies love it
they think it's the ****
turning a simple day about love into
buy me this! buy me this!

******* hallmark and Hershey and flowers.com
and Vicks Secret think all the money is the bomb
but still we shell out millions and break our collars
only 85% of the time is there sincerity behind the dollars

Love is beautiful, it should be celebrated daily, not once a year
Everyday you should show you care not just so they'll find something **** to wear
so **** Valentine's, **** hallmark, **** cards and candy,
and if I'm single forever for saying this, well that's fine and dandy
Just stating my opinion
Godlink Dec 2014
Today is the day
I give into greed.
No matter who has to
****, die, or bleed.
Everyone's heads come loose,
our corporate desire is for
your family life to end with a noose.
Today is a nice day,
all of us here agree,
that today and from now on,
is a nice day for greed.*
Sincerely all corporations
Frank Ruland Dec 2014
Making you employees
Choke on minimum wage
Does nothing! You buy
Out voices with your lobbies!
No heart or soul as you turn the page
Against those who do their best to try
Living a life free of others' follies!
Daring to donate dollars and say you change
So much about life, while hopes die!

While you live the good life,
All those below you
Need to feed their kids,
Though, through your corporate strife,
Such desperate notions are slew!

People underneath your Golden Arches
Obviously aren't making near the
Very least to pay for life's charges!
Every chance you get, you stifle
Rallying cries, with checks larger
Than your employees will ever
Y**ield, so their lives all go ashes!
McDonalds spends millions of dollars a year silencing the voices of the working man. They protest wildly against raising minimum wages and do not care about their employees. McDonald's in Europe pay their employees $10-15 dollars an hour, but in the US they want to abolish minimum wages. If McDonalds raised the cost of a burger by just ten cents, they could afford to pay their employees more, but refuse. They sent an internal memos to their employees, telling them how to get by on $28 dollars a month for food, and advised employees to stop complaining. They do not care! Open your eyes to big business, people!
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