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dead man
01-30-2025, 03:55 PM
i've got

chips on my shoulder and a bug in my eye
telling me ESCAPE before becoming alive
scratching me awake since late 2005
oblongata hivemind hornets buzzing inside
organizing space and time / corrupted refinement
spent a year in suit and tie. recovering fine
paperback spine. disc slip out of alignment
Marshall Mathers LP blazing in my old Honda Pilot
cruise control communication, powerful silence
truth socials aint hitting quite as hard as the lie
in the Winter i miss Summertime. we're opposite sides
of an argument we'll never see resolved in our lives
SO IT GOES. end all be all. philosophical graze
corpos chewing on the cud of what our family raised
swing a hammer nail a stud and build a hospital, great
farm commodities, list our sweat & labor on an exchange
build a product, launch it on Solana and wait
until persona non grata sweeps us off of the stage
often i sit wondering: nobody can change
however often consequences called us by name
laughing while i listen to these promises made
for a brighter life tomorrow if we darken today
once upon a time, they told our fathers the same
sacrifice to reap rewards for all of your pain
funny how it works out. how we rationalize
Draftkings parlay moneyline a chance to survive
NCAA at 8pm for future endeavors
if we never win at least we'll all be losers together
cocaine nostril drip the mucus ejector, translucent specter
screaming at an empty room, no students to lecture
AR-15 trojan brand, we're using protection
uploading photos of our newest adventures, to whom in question
dead man still refusing to settle, for viewing pleasure
self obsessed, purview obsession
collapsing under the pressure
want to raise a family, because nothing is better. but
there's nothing in my bloodline save for drugs and depression
psychotherapy and alcohol. heretics, we passed it on
devil in our organs whispering that we can have it all
there's power in the tongue, ya know
my youngins talking Tagalog
lumpia for road trips to the new old-fashioned babylon
Olympia, we marathon. Pheidippides style
running in circles until we figure it out
living life in integers that make up eternity
discrete temporality meets latent modernity
basically fucked. kill everybody, make you a buck
stuff it in a pillowcase for safety to clutch
that much will always save you til the dollar collapses
buy bitcoin study mandarin and lie on your taxes
there's honor in hard work. psyops got us relaxing
short-form continent crash, nation caught in the backswing
carcinogenic carbon-based car-fire lost in the sauce
duck & cover firing squads while walking the dog
freedom aint as glorious when all of our gods
have died and resurrected as the pawns of Mossad
Black helicopters used to be conspiracy tied
now they knock commercial flights right out of the sky
whatever happens, let it be. REDWHITEBLUE the effigy
sniff the magic 8-ball up and reckon with your destiny
content is all we wish to be
core the rotten industry
make a way for something new
grassland in the mezzanines
TSLA US embassy
SpaceX NASA in-between
they'll have property on Mars
before earthlings get our equity



be safe out there


dm

dead man
01-30-2025, 04:21 PM
Diode

thank you

John Dillinger
01-30-2025, 07:45 PM
This went stupid hard

Witty
01-31-2025, 04:06 AM
What can I say that I haven't said a million times before? Somebody needs to create some new superlatives ASAP.

Here you're holding a mirror up to a vampiric society. Incapable of seeing itself even if it cared to look. Determined to keep shouting the truth in the ears of the willfully deaf. I really felt despair, or anguish, maybe anger even, for what is going on, and also reluctant acceptance that it isnt going to get better any time soon. Or that's how it came across to me, at least. The helicopter/plane reference indicates that you didn't spend long on this one. The ability to write something this good in a short space of time is rare and it was, as always, stunningly good.

Thank you for the read my friend, I hope you're well.

Saint
02-03-2025, 01:04 AM
don't stop writing, it'll be a somber day when you stop posting on netcees om