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"electron" poems
Like flipped coin midair Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle Two ends of a spectrum, Möbius strip In a room together, Maxwell’s demon, revolving door Cancer and chemo Like life and death Only one can be The next is inevitable Like an election Only one figurehead may speak for a governing body Like the seasons Change is expected Like a cat left to its own devices Guaranteed to scare itself after a given time Man tries to conquer for comforts sake Mercurial reactions Like elements under catalyst Electron orbitals Exchange positive core Theory of relativity A choice of determining Accuracy of position or velocity Hermes, deity of mine Masculine and feminine Ruler of I Relieve the war of the immortal twins Gemini Battling my heart and mind
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Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
Gemini
Conversation opened. 1 read message. Skip to content Using Gmail with screen readers in:sent Click here to enable desktop notifications for Gmail.   Learn more  Hide 1 of 184 QUIVER ALL-MAXIMIZING SAMUEL DAVID <[email protected]> 3:38 AM (56 minutes ago) to Daniel SOAR OWNERSHIP / UTTERANCES OUTLABOURED  PILGRIMS/ By the creditor at cyprus  and on other grounds: The counter-cedar Venice much unparalleled ever pursuant  kindly indigenous street streams far above strange beneath  the string ...' Dream castle before the 'Requiring much quill 'Peanut lieutenant great  ones of the machinery  citation /  Worth  pillow following purposes invasion with a rainfall bombardment epistle the pearl earning era:   Closet  by sessions pursue arithmetician diaries ' anchor calculus cumulative arrows propellant / Squadron in the field-refueling ' division visions ...' Upswing within the meaning axle conversion processes proofs /  ' Electron icons ' Creation wireless reticence circles:  Moon ship's  amnesty crest reckon  'flaskbone SpurZebra...'  Preferment goes by relieves and affectionate 'Oil The Self-graduation  Outpouring  / Vagrant above ant strides : Rodrigo peculiar ends demonstration/ Forego  the-Outward acclimation :   Upon all civility citizenry civil-rises other low less  losses below yonder / Phrase of prose -possessions  cuss ion syn chronicutensils  'asylum  systems  beyond stems : Preeminence blown 'being ht-thence quarries  hijack travels  history/Wherein of plant  hours ' spicily spoke *****  Pilgrimage dilutes noble companies  'ago-maximize promptly  alacrity;  Exhibition the underrating  besought levels- of quarry / burden oxidation immune  slaughter Cheap Hill Chips EMAIL: [email protected] +2348131914240 Click here to Reply or Forward 0.04 GB (0%) of 15 GB used Manage Terms - Privacy Last account activity: 49 minutes ago Details
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
PEARL 'TRINITY ERRANDS
Conversation opened. 1 read message. Skip to content Using Gmail with screen readers in:sent Click here to enable desktop notifications for Gmail.   Learn more  Hide 1 of 184 QUIVER ALL-MAXIMIZING SAMUEL DAVID <[email protected]> 3:38 AM (56 minutes ago) to Daniel SOAR OWNERSHIP / UTTERANCES OUTLABOURED  PILGRIMS/ By the creditor at cyprus  and on other grounds: The counter-cedar Venice much unparalleled ever pursuant  kindly indigenous street streams far above strange beneath  the string ...' Dream castle before the 'Requiring much quill 'Peanut lieutenant great  ones of the machinery  citation /  Worth  pillow following purposes invasion with a rainfall bombardment epistle the pearl earning era:   Closet  by sessions pursue arithmetician diaries ' anchor calculus cumulative arrows propellant / Squadron in the field-refueling ' division visions ...' Upswing within the meaning axle conversion processes proofs /  ' Electron icons ' Creation wireless reticence circles:  Moon ship's  amnesty crest reckon  'flaskbone SpurZebra...'  Preferment goes by relieves and affectionate 'Oil The Self-graduation  Outpouring  / Vagrant above ant strides : Rodrigo peculiar ends demonstration/ Forego  the-Outward acclimation :   Upon all civility citizenry civil-rises other low less  losses below yonder / Phrase of prose -possessions  cuss ion syn chronicutensils  'asylum  systems  beyond stems : Preeminence blown 'being ht-thence quarries  hijack travels  history/Wherein of plant  hours ' spicily spoke *****  Pilgrimage dilutes noble companies  'ago-maximize promptly  alacrity;  Exhibition the underrating  besought levels- of quarry / burden oxidation immune  slaughter Cheap Hill Chips EMAIL: [email protected] +2348131914240 Click here to Reply or Forward 0.04 GB (0%) of 15 GB used Manage Terms - Privacy Last account activity: 49 minutes ago Details
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i noticed that i'm nothing like a covalent bond. they share; i can't seem to do that with anything. i'm more of an ionic bond. they gain and lose electrons... just like me. except, i don't gain and lose electrons. i gain and (mostly) lose friends and other relationships and i know the reason why: because i'm nothing like a covalent bond. i can't share my friends and it's becoming a problem for not just them but for myself too. i become selfish and possessive and i always wondered why people would leave me and yet i'm the one who pushed them out of my electron cloud.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 8:21 AM UTC
Electrons and Bonds
I worry that I may be An electron. The negative charges Are building beneath The shield that I choose To call my ribcage, Painting my lungs blue And weighing it With my mistakes. I cannot exist alone, All too willing To give myself away To anything that somehow Makes me feel whole. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you sooner, But these problems Can’t be solved With science.
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Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 2:02 AM UTC
Self-Science
Oh cursed soul, that you be, something I dont even believe, In, but in pain filled ignorance, I lack the eloquency to describe, Even a little bit accurately, This hateful being, This lie of a perception, I cannot wake from, A matrix, a coded line, I find myself, Stuck in, The suffering of a thousand lives and worlds, Reaching out to you, reading this, Lying, lying, as if the words mean, Anything, anything, No! Yet then, I always realize circling back, To the histories invented by past selves, hence, influencing who I am now, the dark corners I look forward to in the future, The lack of resposibility, The blissful youth, Mixed with the pain of wisdom, And the teachings and overview, Of going off a cliff, only to jump back on, And run off again, Yet, then, again I find myself looking, In my heart at the gun, the gun of release, Oh that I dare say, all humans should seek. Crazy, crazy, John, You are crazy you say, Aye, aye, as all we are, Sanity is insane, Reason is, 2+2=4, Because. I am the because. I am the order. I am the chaos, that puts that electron there, And your synapses connecting there, Oh I'm the breath you take, Before that **** and *** You faked, Little one, little one, I am much older now in lives Than years, I consume throwing myself away, The self, the soul, the non existence, Oh it is existing and it wont leave me, And all this because, I saw her kissing that man, On the cheek. Alas, that is the bane of every God and Demon, Since nephlium, To love a human, A mortal, the code in the matrix, The variables for the x, That turns your reason and logic, Into guess work and soulbreak, I drone on, Where is the end, That is the point! Dr. Seuess, Take your money back, I know the places I will go, Oh I've seen it now for a while, and boy do I fear, The blank page, the unwritten line, The truth that I've been trying to hide, From who? I've lived long enough. I would like to die.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Untitled
Oh cursed soul, that you be, something I dont even believe, In, but in pain filled ignorance, I lack the eloquency to describe, Even a little bit accurately, This hateful being, This lie of a perception, I cannot wake from, A matrix, a coded line, I find myself, Stuck in, The suffering of a thousand lives and worlds, Reaching out to you, reading this, Lying, lying, as if the words mean, Anything, anything, No! Yet then, I always realize circling back, To the histories invented by past selves, hence, influencing who I am now, the dark corners I look forward to in the future, The lack of resposibility, The blissful youth, Mixed with the pain of wisdom, And the teachings and overview, Of going off a cliff, only to jump back on, And run off again, Yet, then, again I find myself looking, In my heart at the gun, the gun of release, Oh that I dare say, all humans should seek. Crazy, crazy, John, You are crazy you say, Aye, aye, as all we are, Sanity is insane, Reason is, 2+2=4, Because. I am the because. I am the order. I am the chaos, that puts that electron there, And your synapses connecting there, Oh I'm the breath you take, Before that **** and *** You faked, Little one, little one, I am much older now in lives Than years, I consume throwing myself away, The self, the soul, the non existence, Oh it is existing and it wont leave me, And all this because, I saw her kissing that man, On the cheek. Alas, that is the bane of every God and Demon, Since nephlium, To love a human, A mortal, the code in the matrix, The variables for the x, That turns your reason and logic, Into guess work and soulbreak, I drone on, Where is the end, That is the point! Dr. Seuess, Take your money back, I know the places I will go, Oh I've seen it now for a while, and boy do I fear, The blank page, the unwritten line, The truth that I've been trying to hide, From who? I've lived long enough. I would like to die.
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Deep in  the Ocean of Time Right into the layers of space Dwelling through infinite dimensions There existed an atom It searched for a friend Found one to its taste Lost an electron Gained an electron A bond was then formed It has no name But there was no worry For name is but an identification But see there's some more atoms And they too did the same A little bit of sacrifice For love needs it Lost an electron Gained an electron A bond was then formed They started dancing Growing in complexity. Living things, masses of atoms for they were Dancing a pattern ever more intricate DNA and protein Cells and tissues Life came At long last man came He was the observer Who measures the universe Out of the cradle Onto the dry land Here it is standing Atoms with consciousness Matter with curiosity Stands in the ocean of time Wondering Aye I, a universe of atoms? Or an atom in the universe?
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Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 5:50 AM UTC
Deep In the Ocean of Time
Atoms circulate between the nuclei of touch Schrodinger’s laws exposing deceit and truth Lamenting in the protons, electrons, and neutrons Encircling the senses between the eyes and fingers Particles flow between the elements of breathing Of soul, of emotion, and memories worn thin In terminal velocities of thought and contemplation Barriers of consciousness and reality Molecules of intentions, intricate and delicate Bound together by ionic twists of fate And strained into bent bonds of insecurity Providing violent reactions of regrets Ions, formed in this union, complicate the formula Indifferent to the imbalance between the sighs Requiring the impact, to leave a free electron of motive Resulting in a positive change of heart and mind © 2014
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
Chemistry of Effect
I was standing in the aisle at Bulk Barn I was low on neutrinos and looking to stock up I like to sprinkle them on my cereal in the morning I made my way down the aisle and found the anti-photons If you like your coffee black and not sweet Then this is almost as good as other alternatives My electron supply was fine But I thought I'd get some anyway Just for the ion-y I don't understand the economics but I guess The invisible hand does When the clerk looked in my basket She just waved me through
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC
Bulk Barn ~alpha~
My dear Mimi, Hey baby, are you an electron cause I feel a covalent bond between us. Did you fall from heaven? Because you're the only ten I see. Wanna know my favorite color? Its you. Hey girl, how about me and you go to Tennessee because when you fell from heaven it hurt. Smooth. I'm a genius. All these pickup lines and I'm still on the floor. All these chargers and you're still not a lithium battery. Why the **** is this so cheesy and inaccurate? Maybe its because Everytime I'm near you I get nervous. I start to shake. I start to become anxious. I start to worry. I start becoming self conscious and insecure because I want to be perfect for you. I want you to want me all the way. I want you. I just want to look at you because I see the stars in your eyes. I want to hold you because I feel the burn of your beauty and wonder on my fingertips and up my arms through my shoulders and down to my appendix, because to end at the heart has been said before. I can't explain it. I guess I just...love youuuuu. kissy faceheartpussy
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
My Dear Mimi
I'm a simple electron. And, although I have my quarks, It's usually a persona I don, Pretending I enjoy meaningless talks. See, I was once in a pair, With a fellow electron. And, although it was difficult to bear, The laws of physics ultimately won. The closer we got, The more we repelled. When she was ionised, it hurt a lot, She left, regardless of how much I held. She soon paired with another, Leaving me to start a bond. It was my emotions I tried to smother, Of myself, I was certainly not fond. For a while my thoughts were scattered, My emotions being forced up and down. But none of that really mattered, As I soon met another who would invert my frown. You see, she was a blinding photon, And when we met, she certainly did excite me... And, just like my friend the boson, I hope you don't take this lightly. She perked me up a couple of energy levels, Until she pulled me out of my shell. Now, together, we're quantum rebels, I'm a simple electron, and this is the story I tell.
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Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Quantum Love
This is not really a poem; just an insightful realization of mine We have this mainstream perception of human life—that we grow to freely love the things we desire to love. We are biologically-inclined to conform to the intuitive notion of 'freewill'. But what is supposed to be imprinted in our minds turns out to be no more false than the number zero being larger than one; in actuality, we are nothing but biological clockwork confined to obey the laws of nature. Every atom in our body, every neuron streaking in our nerves, and every step we take, our body does so, for the laws of nature require it to. Our actions are as predetermined as the orbits of the planets, and paradoxically, it is as probabilistic as the location of an electron in its quantum orbit. We don't act out of our own will; we act out of necessity, for the laws of nature require us to behave the way we should be behaving. They call it Scientific Determinism. Disturbing, isn't it? And what does that make out of freewill and love? Simply put: freewill is an illusion, and love is the sweetest lie ever conjured up in this Universe. Even so, we still choose to believe in both. Why? Because we're humans; we long to live our life with a purpose, even if it takes for us to make up our own.
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Determinism, Freewill, and Love.
I am attracted to you Like an electron to a proton Together we form an ionic bond Though we are opposite charged ions I am drawn towards you Our love is unique as an orbital For only two electrons can fill this space As my love for you increases My energy level rises I am in this excited state Increasing the tendency to form a chemical bond I was an element It took you to make me a compound substance Falling in love with you is a chemical reaction Which cause my love for you to grow Ours is an exothermic love Each for giving off love not just absorbing it Sometimes you do something especially nice Which speeds up the chemical process Like a catalyst in my increasing love for you I realise we have our inhibition periods And sometimes I am selfish enough To be an endothermic reaction Only absorbing your love The feeling I have for you is so intense It cannot be measured in kilojoules Often I have to make a qualitative elementary analysis To understand and love you more But I don't expect to know your empirical formula You are too complex a person for that When you are gone I am a noble gas An inert substance When I am without you The world seems still And I am at equilibrium
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
INLOVE SCIENTIST
There's a magnetism - in the air, in the ground, in the eyes of the sun, keeping gravity in check with the mind of the sun to keep things in order with the heart of the sun - outside of structure, inside of paradox - circles, circles, circling the cosmos with blank maps and directionless compasses Writing, writing, writing - to collect a volume of love and work and truth and play - seeking nothing more than meaning, an answer to the eternal enigmas - why? - how? - what is this? - who am I? Coming up empty as a begger's hands and as rich as the poorest soul inside the palace of enlightenment - silent solitude in the meditation of the sun, inner exploration through the thoughts of the sun, exploiting the strength of the light of the sun - all to gain a following of selfless knowers - all flowing along the river empty endless, holding together through the magnetism, Praying for salvation come the other side of this life, the Heaven, the Garden, the Utopian dream The magnetism - unexplainable electron of consciousness - the Universal It - the All in the One - the Whole - the Source and the Body, circles, circles, circling in orbit the mathematical patterns of Being, within the question of the answer, within the definition of "nothing", where nothing is still something - Let gravity fall where it may, just as love hunts its prey As law holds flaccid in the court of Cosmic Direction, The hearts beat stronger during resistance than in times of rest - pulled into existence past the veil of illusory doubt through magnetism - That taste of creation, grand awesome beauty within delicate fingers, playing piano silent in halls of endless imagination - infinity. There's a magnetism - everywhere, there's a magnetism.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
Magnetism
There's a magnetism - in the air, in the ground, in the eyes of the sun, keeping gravity in check with the mind of the sun to keep things in order with the heart of the sun - outside of structure, inside of paradox - circles, circles, circling the cosmos with blank maps and directionless compasses Writing, writing, writing - to collect a volume of love and work and truth and play - seeking nothing more than meaning, an answer to the eternal enigmas - why? - how? - what is this? - who am I? Coming up empty as a begger's hands and as rich as the poorest soul inside the palace of enlightenment - silent solitude in the meditation of the sun, inner exploration through the thoughts of the sun, exploiting the strength of the light of the sun - all to gain a following of selfless knowers - all flowing along the river empty endless, holding together through the magnetism, Praying for salvation come the other side of this life, the Heaven, the Garden, the Utopian dream The magnetism - unexplainable electron of consciousness - the Universal It - the All in the One - the Whole - the Source and the Body, circles, circles, circling in orbit the mathematical patterns of Being, within the question of the answer, within the definition of "nothing", where nothing is still something - Let gravity fall where it may, just as love hunts its prey As law holds flaccid in the court of Cosmic Direction, The hearts beat stronger during resistance than in times of rest - pulled into existence past the veil of illusory doubt through magnetism - That taste of creation, grand awesome beauty within delicate fingers, playing piano silent in halls of endless imagination - infinity. There's a magnetism - everywhere, there's a magnetism.
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It caught me off guard, this sudden feeling of loss, this sense that something beautiful was gone forever. I didn't know what to do with it, this overwhelming idea that now, out of neglect or shame or starvation, a work of art had withered away into nothing. I suppose that I'm beginning to understand that the world isn't a narrative, it's not a story by an author with a plot and a hero. This is the essential fallacy taught to children with a streak of the hopeless romantic in them: the desperate belief that somewhere out there is a place for people who live their lives waiting for King Arthur instead of Jesus. And even now, with every word comes the terrifying truth that my babbling is going to change absolutely nothing, not a single atom is going to **** an electron on the completion. I won't feel better, the situation won't change, you the reader aren't going to say EUREKA!!!! at the end of it, so what's the point? Expression, that is the point of it, and to be be completely blunt about it all, I hope some one I love and admire will read this and say the typical things that are said when people are honest on public forums. Do I have a point? No, not really. So what do I do with this loss, this empty fireplace in my soul? I drink and smoke and **** it away, stay so busy that I don't have time to consider it, this knowledge that the fire has gone out. How typical of me, how unoriginal and bourgeoise to write another ode to the trials of the individual. Who am I to feel loss and pain when my stomach is full and my needs are met? Aren't I another servant of economic output? Should I not donate time and money to a cause more worthy of respect than a withering example of excessive individualism such as myself? No, and what's more, **** you society, **** you for taking away the only haven I ever had: my head. **** you for marketing my imagination, for inventing a bunch of ******** about responsibility for the greater good, for poisoning the little freedom I do have with feelings of uselessness. And most especially **** you for your greatest crime of all; implanting this feeling of guilt whenever I do anything with my own well-being in mind. You have created a system that perpetuates itself on shame and output, you have killed the desire to create for it's own sake. **** you, and I'm going to unplug from you if it's the last ****** thing I ever do.
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Angry Prose
It caught me off guard, this sudden feeling of loss, this sense that something beautiful was gone forever. I didn't know what to do with it, this overwhelming idea that now, out of neglect or shame or starvation, a work of art had withered away into nothing. I suppose that I'm beginning to understand that the world isn't a narrative, it's not a story by an author with a plot and a hero. This is the essential fallacy taught to children with a streak of the hopeless romantic in them: the desperate belief that somewhere out there is a place for people who live their lives waiting for King Arthur instead of Jesus. And even now, with every word comes the terrifying truth that my babbling is going to change absolutely nothing, not a single atom is going to **** an electron on the completion. I won't feel better, the situation won't change, you the reader aren't going to say EUREKA!!!! at the end of it, so what's the point? Expression, that is the point of it, and to be be completely blunt about it all, I hope some one I love and admire will read this and say the typical things that are said when people are honest on public forums. Do I have a point? No, not really. So what do I do with this loss, this empty fireplace in my soul? I drink and smoke and **** it away, stay so busy that I don't have time to consider it, this knowledge that the fire has gone out. How typical of me, how unoriginal and bourgeoise to write another ode to the trials of the individual. Who am I to feel loss and pain when my stomach is full and my needs are met? Aren't I another servant of economic output? Should I not donate time and money to a cause more worthy of respect than a withering example of excessive individualism such as myself? No, and what's more, **** you society, **** you for taking away the only haven I ever had: my head. **** you for marketing my imagination, for inventing a bunch of ******** about responsibility for the greater good, for poisoning the little freedom I do have with feelings of uselessness. And most especially **** you for your greatest crime of all; implanting this feeling of guilt whenever I do anything with my own well-being in mind. You have created a system that perpetuates itself on shame and output, you have killed the desire to create for it's own sake. **** you, and I'm going to unplug from you if it's the last ****** thing I ever do.
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Let’s go on an odyssey, an epic we’ll never forget. Let’s turn the world upside down, fall into the sky, fly at light speed and wish on white dwarfs and red giants. I don’t want to wait for the time it takes light to travel across a vacuum. Take my hand and we’ll reach farther than footprints on the moon, brush off the dust and jump. Impossible is the space between our fingers. Let’s sail across the ocean, feeding fish and taming sharks. We’ll swim to the depths, tickle coral, watching polyps break free. I want to learn to glow like jellyfish, lose my eyes to detect predators. We can lay out on the sand and let the sun turn water into gas. Let’s shrink to atoms and build proteins, untwist DNA just to watch it coil into chromosomes, increase ATP just to expend it. Did you know one electron makes oxygen a free radical? It builds up in your system just to break you down. I’ll be your helicase and you’ll be mine. We’ll replicate, transcribe, translate.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
Take note, Odysseus
Working your way out of ionic ******* can be seriously interesting however, it can also be lugubrious. I was standing in the aisle at Bulk Barn. low on neutrinos, I was looking to stock up I like to sprinkle them on my cereal in the morning I then made my way down the anti-photon aisle if you like your coffee black and not sweet, as I do this is almost as good as other alternatives I did realize that my electron supply was fine but thought I'd get some anyway just for the ion-y I don't understand the economics of this transaction but it is apparent the invisible hand does When the clerk looked in my basket I was waved through
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Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 7:56 PM UTC
Bulk Barn
I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now, maybe I’m a machine, maybe I’m not a human being, maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien, maybe I’m more electron than neuron, and maybe none of this matters, maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle, maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs, more flamboyant than incog, more insignificant and important, and maybe I’m special, and maybe I do stand out more than most, but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters, because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust, no justice, it’s justice, feeling a bit awkward and bazaar, suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch, and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real, but I do have a pretty strong hunch, want fresh squeezed not pre-made, want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response, want to stay here with you for as long as I can, but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone, so please say something real or say nothing at all, constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence, that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships, even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,   but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix, I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now… ∆ LaLux ∆
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Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
Matrixing
I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now, maybe I’m a machine, maybe I’m not a human being, maybe I’m more cyborg than Sapien, maybe I’m more electron than neuron, and maybe none of this matters, maybe we’re cogs in the vehicle, maybe we’re abnormal cyborgs, more flamboyant than incog, more insignificant and important, and maybe I’m special, and maybe I do stand out more than most, but at the end of the day I don’t think it matters, because when it’s all said and done everything is just dust, no justice, it’s justice, feeling a bit awkward and bazaar, suspecting that they spiked the fruit punch, and I don’t know for sure that none of this is real, but I do have a pretty strong hunch, want fresh squeezed not pre-made, want a spontaneous feeling not an automated response, want to stay here with you for as long as I can, but I think that might be impossible because I’m probably already gone, so please say something real or say nothing at all, constantly trying to find ways to reaffirm our existence, that’s why I still go out socialize and initiate relationships, even though every time I do it all feels sterile cliche and pre-rehearsed,   but maybe that’s because we’re living in a Matrix, I’m definitely Matrixed in, feel like every girlfriend is a program, feel like every experience is a dream, feel like I don’t feel anything at all now… ∆ LaLux ∆
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A wave of probability smashing straight into me I'll probably go insane but remain sane simultaneously psi, c'est la vie
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Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Studying Electron Density
Reaching Inside to Center Mind and further still past Grey Matter past axon and dendrite through the synapse Once more unto the breach and further still into cell into nucleus into gene into acid amino and further still into particle carbon past electron past proton into neutron and further still to Reach The Void and reside within and wait, still Being within Nothing as the World Serpent tail-in-mouth consumes itself Wait and Hold Still Wait and Hold Still Now gently Returning Up and Out tugging softly at The Void with wish whisper touch softer than Light pulling bringing Nothing Up and Out into Everything into Center Mind Up and Out leaving neutron past proton and electron leaving carbon Up and Out pulling No-thing Up and Out leaving gene, leaving nucleus, leaving cell Up and Out bringing The Void Up and Out through synapse past dendrite and axon through Matters Grey Up and Out and Into Center of Mind the Hole in Your Self the Whole within the Holy You Now Wait and Hold Still
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Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
Meditation #1
You're my proton to my nucleus, I'm your electron in your hydrogen molecule. Orbiting around you in the hope to catch your eyes.
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 3:33 AM UTC
Proton
Now You are a free oxygen radical, you set the chain reaction and there are more of you than I can detoxify. Then I breathed you in- -voluntarily; you were always there, at the end of the electron transport chain, you broke apart to accommodate my capricious protons and you changed state; for me. Now I am in oxidative s             t  r             e   s              s as you are colliding your way through my melanocytes - and my skin is draining white and my eyes are burning red.
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Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
Vitiligo
Red and blues flashing, the electrons in a game of TRON dashing. Forgive me not for i haven't sinned, it is your lack of congealing that keeps you trapped within. An omnipresent empire built of circuitry and solder. Please leave me be for I am not waste, refuse, master or martyr.
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May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
electron
I have the shape of the institution. Each email address is a human. They are known by their words and actions. The whole wide world is just a fraction of all I do not know. Expansion and contraction, breathe in, out, meditation on existence, non-existence, creation and duration. I have no explanation for fusion, fission, taxonomic relations or artificial classification. More I do not know: locomotion by combustion, electron separation and transportation via superconduction which supports the idea of the unified nation. What girls are like behind their eyes. ************ a useful restraint on overpopulation. The story of a life, my life, any life, cohesion must be rationed, conjured, a fiction about a vexed, tenacious town, its rail station truck stop, high school, night spots, recreations the temporary citizens enact visions dream-like orations, ballets, conflagrations to in the end receive in annals honorable mention from family, friends, neighbors, colleagues, institutions.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
Shape of the Institution