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Living layers of being tugged around scraps of lusterless metal shape the man who was
Or is it the other way around
He can not tell anymore
Improvements or subpar substitutions
He marches on despite his contemplation
The clang and tang of metal on metal echo from his right leg while the muffled thud of organic flesh whispers from his lesser left
He marches on
Imagine feeling where your blood stops flowing as if your veins have hit a metal door yet beyond its frame lay dancing ghost who mock your past
With every augmentation he advances yet diminishes his mortality and morality
Still he marches on
On assignment that must be completed
Computing
The command was entered, a reaction will occur, must occur
His ability for choice is doubtful yet feared
A semi-bionic time bomb ticking its way to a liberating explosion of conscience freedom
Until then he will march on
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Eavesdrop into my ear the sweet nectar that I hear
Who did what to whom? I need to know how this ends
It fulfils me
I'll just sit and listen, don't you worry for I wont intrude
I hear subtle tones of welcoming for which you elude to
I'll steal your stories as I steal glances
Hoarding them
I work alone though others are in on it too
An audible tabloid for all to hear
Hear ye hear ye
I hear you and so can this whole subway
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An accidental unity which rumbles and rolls you home
A disregarded diversity which puts us at its mercy
Cheers to the driver who holds the court
Keeps us together yet drives us away
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He persuades me into oblivion
He feeds me sadistic scenarios that wears down my memories with rust to dust
He makes me dance while I feed him my insecurities
My overwhelming insecurities
I give in
He warms me and warns me from what did not happen but very well could
Bath me in acid and burn me to to bone
He does not sleep nor shall I
He excites me and steals my breath
Seduces me into the deep illogical insanity of oblivion
Deep into oblivion
He persuades me
Confirming my dread
How easily you could save me
You wielder of sleep
I digress further and plot my revenge
He smiles
Nods and continues
He is my guide to oblivion my mentor for lunacy
Deep into oblivion
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Shake me with worry and rattle me with expectations
As you would under a tree
Rip me open to see what my shell holds
Behold, not what you expected is it?
Cry to your family and explain to them what you were hoping for
Maybe they can exchange me for something else
Or maybe you will learn to love me
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You stole my humanity and cast me into a wild frenzy
Now I feed off of you
Tame me, pet me or let me run feral
Is this love or is this me
If this is love my goodness me
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Sweet when it's convenient
Taste as I'm obedient
Starve me like when I'm too busy to come home and feed my cat for a day, She will live
Love me when I'm near and forget me when I'm far, yet I am the distant one
The dependent one
The one who can't sleep at night as I pray for scraps
Just a symbol, I don't even need words, yet the later would sing like birds
Speaking of my cat, I ask her if I'm crazy
No reply
I check for you
No reply
I let my heart tumble down my ribcage and hit every ledge on its overly dramatic fall
And then you call
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Return to the nest and dream of grand scenarios
Exist in conjured moments where we can be closer or further divided
Anything but this middle ground latency
A purgatory of judgement
You cut off all future plans
Severed aspersions roll off the block
And stop at my feet
Look up at me with wild uncertainty
Kick it back to the nest and dream of grand scenarios
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We want to know the strange features of the world. We will all take different avenues to discover those features. Choose your methodology wisely to get closer to the truth.
Today we are oversaturated with fantastically delirious substitutes for what we have not yet discovered or understood.
Can consciousness be the result of unified operation? Electrons, protons quarks and such that I don't comprehend all working together to produce what we know as consciousness? If our own bodies or on a grander scale, an ecosystem is a collection of organs or organisms working in conjunction to produce life, why can't consciousness be the same?
But, I rather work in conjunction with my partner than disturb dreams.
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The sensation of contemplation leaves me shaken
Stirred and worried
I fumbled through my choices
Stumbled into annoyance and dissatisfaction
Is this why they drank it?
Should I go on until I get too f***ed up fall asleep while you talk about what I used to be like?
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