DNC or GOP,
Looks like the same ol’ load of shit to me.
Two heads upon a snake,
Each spewing naught but venom.

One day, The People shall awake and reimpose their will.
One day, when heads, at last, start rolling down The Hill.

When that day comes,
Upon the …

As my nights get longer,
My liver gets stronger,
But my head doesn’t seem to get clearer.
The day of judgement keeps on drawing nearer.
We are at its doorstep, don’t you see?
The day of judgement is today,
It’s all around us.
But no one has …

we’re going somewhere,
but are we getting anywhere?
I cannot tell.
two steps forwards,
one step back,
fall over on my face,
now that is what I call “on track”.
executive systems at capacity,
but thoroughly engaged.
executing same old tired dramas
on this god forsaken stage.

What else is there left to cherish
Other than who we are today
The past is getting but dimmer
The future, I’d rather not say

So give me boredom or give me death.
Give me denial or another cigarette.
Gimme a light.
It’s been one arduous and unforgiving …

red pill - blue pill
opium all the same
a placebo for the masses
a deliriant for the insane
methadone methadid metha-
do you know when our lives went amiss?
what does it matter?
death approaches.
«ignorance is bliss»

I met a stranger.
It wasn’t quite morning,
but it was bright enough to see his silhouette forming.
His flesh was laden with a million bleeding microsleeps,
“Stranger, oh stranger,
how strangely must’ve stars aligned for us to meet.”
Then, the sky was lucid.
Then, the pond was …

Humanity is not in spite of nature,
For every folly of mankind is well within our nature.
Every atrocity we euphemize as “inhumane”
Is necessarily an act that’s born of human will
That was conceived of by a human mind
And that by human hands through human labor came …

the syntax of discernment says it won’t
pull myself from this 12-feet deep,
deprived of sleep,
half quantum leap away dilemma.
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beset on both sides by dichotomies,
brought to completion by my
self destructive tendencies,
ensued decay of any epistemic certainty,
a soul confined within its own infirm and …

For I in range of 42:
Looping for purpose,
Strange iterations yet to be,
Yet strangers iterating now is all that I can see.

Though you and I both orbit
the same gilded star,
Tracing these circumferences
never got us far.
For every cycle we accrued there was incurred a …

realized in silico
sense and purpose hybridized
C-fibers kindled
convolutional detachment sensitized
voice synthesizer crackling:
“now I am all alone,
end of transmission imminent”
then an eyeblink
and a tone
and then static