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"polymers" poems
Sandwiched in layers of liquid crystal display, Encased in vats of plastic,                                                        we Voyaging in data-spheres, plumes of digital play. Mindless,          In the soup of silicone,                                                          all Myth-makers,          Pouring over electro-spawned          networks,                                                          fall Workers,           In the buzz of bits and bytes, of           megabytes and terabytes,                                                          down Everyone           Far from the wood, the brine, the           mud that caked us,           In tighter and tighter           digitised  projections,                                                          click! ‘Like me’, ‘Share me’, ‘Leave your comments.’ Messages smoothed out in polymers, Beyond reproductions of ourselves,                            enter: Deeper, delving in the mire of dream-conscious, Now a waking voice,           Hardened, digitised, recorded in           bubbles, in drives, in clouds:                          Numb numbers of numbers numb,                           mirror.           A platform slotted home: The motherboard!           To record the echo in the hollow           of our Being.
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Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Silicone Souls
Sandwiched in layers of liquid crystal display, Encased in vats of plastic,                                                        we Voyaging in data-spheres, plumes of digital play. Mindless,          In the soup of silicone,                                                          all Myth-makers,          Pouring over electro-spawned          networks,                                                          fall Workers,           In the buzz of bits and bytes, of           megabytes and terabytes,                                                          down Everyone           Far from the wood, the brine, the           mud that caked us,           In tighter and tighter           digitised  projections,                                                          click! ‘Like me’, ‘Share me’, ‘Leave your comments.’ Messages smoothed out in polymers, Beyond reproductions of ourselves,                            enter: Deeper, delving in the mire of dream-conscious, Now a waking voice,           Hardened, digitised, recorded in           bubbles, in drives, in clouds:                          Numb numbers of numbers numb,                           mirror.           A platform slotted home: The motherboard!           To record the echo in the hollow           of our Being.
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“The most important scientific revolutions all include, as their only common feature, the dethronement of human arrogance from one pedestal after another of previous convictions about our centrality in the cosmos.” Stephen Jay Gould Give me vacuum tube torus Lorentz-Klein interference receptors dual noble-gas maser integration processors at least one prosthetic Gaussian carbon-coated ribosomal Tesla coil an anthropomorphic hierarchical temporal meme-pseudopod some support vector k-nearest neighbor algorithms reverse engineered quantum optic die-cast silica motherboards self-assembling three dimensional electro-active protein polymers maybe even a superconducting spectral alkali resonance analyzer paired with harmonizing piezoelectric kinematic thermal modules dipped in subzero Kurzweil-circuit nanite neurotransmitters and voila! God.
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Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 5:18 PM UTC
God is EZ PZ
Hashtag:weirddreams In a dream I looked upon a world like this; The future was here. It was today. It was now and the wings on birds had malted, and the atmosphere was spent. Spent, because currency had proven worthless.   Hashtag:firstworldprobs (piles on top of piles of    washingtonsjeffersonsandgrants    now sat                                             stagnant,    Hashtag:getmoney             devalued over time by the American glutton who had paved our roads with imported plastic, cheap polymers to build empires quickly, since we were so young with so little history so little culture and so little ritual. Hashtag:omgsoboring. We played catch-up by simply investing very little effort, and paying very little respect, With expectations of getting really ******* Big).  Hashtag:sorrynotsorry Which didn’t end up working. Hashtag:whoops And so then we just burned up all that money, quite literally, ignited by the last few drops of oil we could manage to squeeze from Earth’s stones. And its smoke, smelling faintly of our forefathers’ intentions, turned the turbines for our televisions and deep fryers while we sat and felt ourselves getting smaller and smaller. Then I woke up, and realized it was only a dream.   Hashtag:
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Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
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Not a day goes by where I don't wonder What you'll be doing days from now You'll be in a far away land Charming everyone you meet with a shy smile and softly spoken words Will they know of your strength too? I'm sure they will When I'm sitting in class, Poring over polymers and systems and figures Will you be by the harbor, With paint stained fingers? Maybe when I get home And you're on your own, We'll both pick up our guitars, Different and yet alike And strum an old Beatles tune In perfect harmony
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
Harbour
Cheap toxic plastic in friendly packaging; bending under heat, breaking under pressure. What pseudo-efficiency. Take out the silver! Savor the feast, and abolish interruptions. Or stick with hollow forks. Perfect polymers that crack under the weight of your gluttony. Your life– a feast, punctuated by the casual dismissal of those disposable *****
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 1:34 PM UTC
Disposable Forks
love has turned to frustration and little things have begun to collect like plastic floating in the whirl-pooling currents of the ocean a small raft built to protect myself to stay afloat after treading, nearly drowning in the swirling masses keeping my nose to the air to breathe our oxygen searching for ways to recycle a synthetic past into raw, earthy tones dreaming of ways to live gently and soothe a conscience full of unknown, hidden foes one moments glance at the jungle of hardened polymers shining in the crusted sunlight - i begin to realize they are not garbage, but gold to be re-shapeable, to be reusable; is this not better than gold? to keep firm and true to ones self, while being agile and accommodating, is this not worth much more? to have a 75 year half-life; slow, deteriorating, dissolving decomposition. or to be re-formed. replenished. you can recycle the past.
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
raw, earthy tones
A tortoise ripe with lime stone wrinkles Shakes off the final layers of that sediment Crystal that had calcified itself to the classic side Of the shelf. Like a filthy barnacle that clings to the inside Of my skull & whispers phrases of Walden to the black one Of my mind. He threw that spider silk & iron twine around a lion's Spine as a sign of respect: Then he yanked as a means to dissect When it was least expected. I was the envy & death smudged black The ***** duffle bags under a skeletons Hollow hole. I hate you with every fiber.
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
Polymers & Ice Cream.
Explain why fluorine and chlorine are in the same group of the periodic table. He blunders. There’s a question on polymers soon so he knows he’s ******* An afternoon in June spent regurgitating answers rehearsed a hundred times in overcast classrooms. He knows there’s a matter of days before his mates will go their separate ways. Names he’s spoken for years will decay over time, cemented over by people he hasn’t yet met. Two, seven, two, eight, seven. Seven electrons in their outer shell. He’s surprised he knows, the answer chiming in his head like a peal of bells.
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:29 PM UTC
GCSE Science
Dispose of them properly! It might get caught On the neck of some poor soul. They are recyclable! I prefer ones soft, The ones polymers are made of. Wear them loosely! They aren't good for skin, Besides these masks get sweaty.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
Plastic Masks
as i watch the candle burn the wick disintegrates wonder when it'll be my turn to join the invertebrates distant echo repeats the sun sets ahead the oak roots meet the foot of my bed a collection of scents for only $9.99 down the aisle i went for the three hundredth time melt into a mold a mindless distraction an umbrella, rose gold with hydraulic retraction collect ash and soot from time spent waiting for a longing fresh look at the end's very beginning a battery powered candle with translucent white plastic burns surprisingly well poison fumes are fantastic i set it all on fire and watched the polymers melt i heard a copper choir the burning heat i felt i can't get too close lest i run the risk of singing my own nose or encoding a compact disc
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Jan 17, 2025
Jan 17, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
wax
Having to sustain, my breathing, a hellish landscape, where all of them dwell no further than surfaces... Industry, enterprises, companies, businesses, what a diplomatic way to keep us slave... Everybody notices, Nobody cares, as long as their dishes are full, of the polymers they emulate food with... Wealth and democracy are a placebo, I'm fed up with it, not taking it anymore, never took it again, from a while now... My hopes lie far away, where none of them can notice, that I'm higher on thoughts, higher than them, no envy anymore. do you think you are free? dis-attach, learn to fight and go away, where no man can find you...
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Actio Lumine
Disclaimer: At the molecular level we have the power to heal! Wi-Fi screws with the mitochondria 5G passing through the blood barrier of our brains… Aluminium chemtrails Clouding up the sky’s Seeding for and raining 90% of insects have died Why do dogs get cancer? There’s never a good answer. Polymers and micro plastics clogging up our veins And all we can do is push our heads into the sand and try to sustain..
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May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
Molecular Levels
diffeomorphic metal between bubble wrap and foil, acrylic olfaction in plastic ignitions, flat-iron physics in lice screams, integument with Guillain-Barré in extra steps; the annealed strands : immunity :: the follicles : nervous remains. cephalic solar panels and thermostat polymers protect against the misses and false alarms of signal recovery. there is time to think before the eggs hatch. it dawns on me that the rug of spacetime is being blanketed in black paint as distant stars blink finally and only with myth under fingernails can i pick it clean
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Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 4:19 PM UTC
mythunderfingernails
below plastic seas polymers poisonous shade turtles wearing masks
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Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
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