#proxy - Hello Poetry

Monday's vision's fair of face in the evenings the plasma rays shine bright until seen through a window at a distance ******* energy from cables to my mind blinding into happily blinkered existence Tuesday's vision's full of grace guilt makes me pull the covertous shutters down being the observer is peep peeping embarrassing being observed pays to add overtising shows on it's so good not stirring when it's too disturbing Wednesday's vision's full of woe I am wilfully weak and slack on the couch enjoying not having to speak or think about being set up to get upset by nothing much the sights flow seamless except when I blink Thursday's vision has far to go I would be there now but for one glitch one flaw in the network's mesmeric sell shared channels free as birds but rich beyond the dragnet of any script's sequel Friday's vision's loving and giving in the smallest way it's electric beyond measure distractions demanding attention with a hush willing the constant whirling on with fresh images look-look euphoric hooks to reel me in with a rush Saturday's vision works hard for a living and I'm wrapped in the dream of existing by a simple drama of a varnished toenail extending to a click the vanish going going the way of Ting Ting Cao your magnetic stimulation of the transcranial kicks in and in my scrambled vision I saw me touch your assimilation on redial absorbing Sunday entire and raw footage on display a draw so real the pay channels dropped their jaw surreal

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Jul 19, 2014

Jul 19, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC

anthony-williams

7 Days of Couch Toes & TV Tings

Monday's vision's fair of face in the evenings the plasma rays shine bright until seen through a window at a distance ******* energy from cables to my mind blinding into happily blinkered existence Tuesday's vision's full of grace guilt makes me pull the covertous shutters down being the observer is peep peeping embarrassing being observed pays to add overtising shows on it's so good not stirring when it's too disturbing Wednesday's vision's full of woe I am wilfully weak and slack on the couch enjoying not having to speak or think about being set up to get upset by nothing much the sights flow seamless except when I blink Thursday's vision has far to go I would be there now but for one glitch one flaw in the network's mesmeric sell shared channels free as birds but rich beyond the dragnet of any script's sequel Friday's vision's loving and giving in the smallest way it's electric beyond measure distractions demanding attention with a hush willing the constant whirling on with fresh images look-look euphoric hooks to reel me in with a rush Saturday's vision works hard for a living and I'm wrapped in the dream of existing by a simple drama of a varnished toenail extending to a click the vanish going going the way of Ting Ting Cao your magnetic stimulation of the transcranial kicks in and in my scrambled vision I saw me touch your assimilation on redial absorbing Sunday entire and raw footage on display a draw so real the pay channels dropped their jaw surreal

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The enemies of my enemies are my friends For peace is more efficient than hostilities I share secrets with friends but secrets they remained I speak only truths for truth is verifiable Fools fight my wars for me, my hands unbloodied Unseen, unknown, I am unattributable But only as Friend to any and all

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Sep 23, 2019

Sep 23, 2019 at 7:21 AM UTC

ylzm

Friend

The enemies of my enemies are my friends For peace is more efficient than hostilities I share secrets with friends but secrets they remained I speak only truths for truth is verifiable Fools fight my wars for me, my hands unbloodied Unseen, unknown, I am unattributable But only as Friend to any and all

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Well, memories, hemorrhages well up from the sticky hole. One time, I fell and hit my head three times, three places, once in each: the cabinet, the sink, the bathtub. Practice being me by proxy. Out of my head. Out my head. Tangible damages, incorporeal skeins. Mess? Wreck. Heck, This time, I stood and cracked my skull on the cabinet: Clarity? Is that you? Practiced being me by proxy, so so long. Practiced being me by proxy. Practiced being me by proxy, so so long. Practiced being me by proxy. Clarity? Or is this an actual hemorrhage? Well, Memory, my sticky hole is filling up where the water was ****** by the ground.

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Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC

Simillacrum

Practice by Proxy

Well, memories, hemorrhages well up from the sticky hole. One time, I fell and hit my head three times, three places, once in each: the cabinet, the sink, the bathtub. Practice being me by proxy. Out of my head. Out my head. Tangible damages, incorporeal skeins. Mess? Wreck. Heck, This time, I stood and cracked my skull on the cabinet: Clarity? Is that you? Practiced being me by proxy, so so long. Practiced being me by proxy. Practiced being me by proxy, so so long. Practiced being me by proxy. Clarity? Or is this an actual hemorrhage? Well, Memory, my sticky hole is filling up where the water was ****** by the ground.

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