August 17, 2014 at 4:03am
my cognitive reflexes fall like lead
the weight of my fingers largely consumes what little strength i have left
sitting plainly in market square my mind is illuminated past the point of no return
and then in a flash it is over
I'm dropped back to the very beginning
debasement
the familiar taste of defeat
i watch the masterpiece over and over again
the blood on the walls in forms of cracks and ruffly sketched wishes i never truly attain
"this is almost like weeping" i think to myself
jezze I forgot my thoughts became louder then the words
bio-metrics and transmitters for a penny
"ah that was the old days" my mind laughs
its simple economics
they learned a long time ago that it was much more profitable to give in secret
are you mad yet?
you will be.
they will lace it with birthday cake and glitter
positive id stamps that you cannot configure
I heard some one call them giants once
so to speak of what is
without considering what isn't
time crosses over
the english toy language of the gods
we are the giants
they are the shadows
wait wait wait
no they are justly over whelmed by our presence
or is this just a metaphorical factory floor
ether way this routine will never remain
and if it does
reanimation
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