If it Tis it Tis! if it Tisn't it Tisn't!
The composite digits of a 4k dawn revolving into an ever newness of rubbed consumption.
A gossamer of strychnine images. Behove organ replacement.
Open to a science godlike, patriarchy that injects ‘Pepe’ memes into the subconscious dreams.
The cornflower blue skies crisscross with a lattice of work? Airborne trails, cut salt into the weather spider.
Catch rain in a world peppered with capitalist succubus.
That entertains a dog eat cat world. Does the feed wag the dog in a virtual Hallucination?
Big mic?
The rancid colloidal smoke and mirrors of nothing making nothing. Is that this human?
The human of deities.
The meaning of flesh dolls dancing for their supper as the clock goes tick tock.
In a Chinese democratic system of cameras watching cameras in a sodom and Gomorrah.
Drone strike on a pasture that reaps not heads of wheat on the blood of the dead.
It is but a cycle.
We keep telling ourselves.
To look away at the scrying mirror of no consequences,
Not until the elephant resides in the backyard wanting to sit on your couch and watch Netflix does any of the starvations of mind become apparent?
That which cannot be done in a world of pixelated doings.
The gatekeeper standing infant in conversation because there is no way out of the impending news of doom and gloom.
Everything has a switch. Everything is a meme. Nothing is a choice. But to be not one who cares. That cannot be traversed.
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