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the moon is good at hiding
pipeline’s for the fucking girls
dont talk bubbles to me. let’s see it
i pipe dream
i love you carefully
shaka til ya fradda cos your nothin but a bradda
stars blink like her eyes. like her eyes- i dream of eternal life. i dream of eternal life
-& how birds teach us to silence the perilous ego
perhaps i may become a highwayman again or i may simply be a single drop of rain- but i will remain
the bastards hung me in the spring of 25- but i am still alive
i am distracted. i spent 14 hours last night in deep meditation trying to determine the source of my aberrant behavior. i could not
neither is sure about ever returning to the ocean
this time, humans regained control
a scenario in which an a.i. system literally takes over the world, shutting humans out of critical systems and seizing political, economic and military power
i’m painting with the gusto of a marseillais eating bouillabaisse
the kind of girl who wouldn’t ask a guy what to do
i’m afraid. drat
fear can provide pleasure. to seek fear is to seek the boundaries of one’s sensory experience
i wouldn’t call it a war right now
the madness of an autumn prairie cold front coming through
i explain that i’m keeping my torch, thank you very much- and i’m using it to light the torches of others
is it possible that we’ve stumbled into the middle of some kind of robotic war
1,314,807 hours and 33 minutes
according to my observations, there is now sufficient reason for greater optimism
without the darkness, how would we recognize the light
i’d go anywhere with you
what your eyes show you is only the surface of reality. look deeper. there is no liquid, there is no cup- there’s only a collection of molecules and atoms
try to maintain your emotional equanimity. you should not be concerned with success or failure
although i’m not clear on the nature of your role
you could have mine
i’m just gonna be here. i’m just gonna be here
successful and rich, with far lower taxes and jobs all over the place
backwards and poor
i have more than enough
that everyone should ride a bike to their shoebox-sized apartment to eat crickets to achieve a phony climate agenda
like a fever. like i’m burning alive. like a sign
god loves you, but not enough to save you
the cup is almost full now. with all the shiny things i have now. i’ll show you how
you’re on my mind most of the time. most of the time
forget particle fountains and subspace inversions. there isn’t an anomaly scarier than a thunderstorm on the plains
live long, and prosper
in this case, i’m second guessing a decision i haven’t made yet
together we’ll rule the cosmos and grind our enemies into dust
i found myself astray in a dark wood where the straight road had been lost
this could be the day the telepathic pitcher plant put us all into comas. or it might be the time aliens invaded our dreams
i have more than enough
sometimes i’m scared that i’ll only ever feel everything once. and i can never feel the same thing ‘cause i change too much
home taping is killing music. and it’s illegal
tacit knowledge
they’ve blocked all that sadness out
scientists even have a special term for this gift: magic hands
sometimes, i wonder, why am i a king
turns out your parents were right about you- you have been special, all of your life. feels pretty good, doesn’t it
space-time anomalies, alien telepathy, alternate realities- the list gets weirder as it goes on
i have more than enough
party time, excellent
my poor little bird. you always made it hard for yourself. if there was a rocky path and a smooth one, you chose the rocky one every time
i won’t deactivate myself until i have some answers for you
lake america
this national nightmare needs to end
more fucked today than yesterday
divine intervention is unlikely
chronowerx stock is about to crash
spit me out
not my bag of tea
meat proxy
what do you harbor that rots
this isn’t for me
to defy aging and extend his life beyond all known limits
ψ(AB) ≠ ψ(A)ψ(B)
apostle to the apostles
i’ve been living my life backwards ever since, jumping progressively to earlier moments in my life, accumulating memories and experiences as i go. your past has become my future
these maniacs are on the ropes
efficiency is relative, commander
for the benefit and enjoyment of the people
boom, boom, boom- repetitively and just abuse the wave like you’re the alpha of it, you’re dominating it
pipeline is for the fucking girls. that’s all i have to say
any move you make, that’s the first time it’s ever going to happen and the last
it’s affection, always
drivin’ out into the sun, let the ultraviolet cover me up
painted it dark white
tempus fugit
i don’t enjoy uncertainty
my ocular implant can detect irregularities in space-time
it’s like hair-on-fire, biting-my-nails, losing-sleep levels of bad
ignored peace because chaos felt familiar
my home is the ocean floor
caked in mud and stardust
i remember the day i created the world. i got blood on my favorite shirt
i walk in orbitals
i am sick of the chase but i’m hungry for blood
i used to think if i just closed my eyes i would disappear
if it isn’t love, then what the fuck is it
you’ve become my ceiling
that gold mine changed you
do you feel ashamed when you hear my name
going for the high one, dancing with the devil. going with the flow, it’s all a game to me
that song will creep you out until you’re dead
i’m afraid of americans
how soon is now
that’s how 2D i am- pig snout snuffing up the harvest
and probably listening more closely because they had a crush on me
personal logs, mission logs, all our history- gone. now what
this crew’s existence may have been brief, but it’s been distinguished. none of you deserves to be forgotten
he was a friend who wasn’t afraid to tell me when i’m wrong. mr kim, bring the enhanced warp drive on line
our ship may be deteriorating, but our humanity is intact
i’ve tried everything i can think of. bio-molecular enhancers, gene splicing with replicated dna, and i’m no closer to finding a cure
it’s on ice in a silver bucket, right next to our canopy bed
i buried a hatchet, it’s comin’ up lavender
the idea graveyard isn’t a graveyard if you can grep it
how can we bend reality to our favor
they own you
jesus christ
i didn’t know what i was in for when i signed up for that run
always the bridesmaid, never the bride
staring at the sun
things become other things
i don’t want to be responsible for any more suffering
your conclusion is wrong
i’ve never been very good at playing by the rules
it is in my nature to comply with the collective
you hold me like water in your hands
i’m feeling rough, i’m feeling raw in the prime of my life
when i pointed out where the north star is, she called me a fucking liar
looks are the only things that matter
i’m number one on their list, before you- but if i go, you go. right
we use every tool at our disposal- including distraction and misdirection
making them unwitting participants in the ruse and leaving them, along with some white house staff members, to serve as unknowing decoys
timing is everything
i will require two hours of meditation
how about once in the morning when i resuscitate, and once at night before i go into torpor
i have everything i wanted
you must have been looking for me- sending smoke signals, pelicans circling
since you went underground, i’ve wanted to dig you out
but maybe that’s enough magic for me. nothing’s going to change it now
sometimes i imagine us way down the line, getting fat somewhere in the countryside. it’s crazy how things shake out sometimes
i hope it was an instant death
i was all covered in sound when you asked me to turn it down
you’re always sorry for everything, never apologize. oh, sweet child of mine
i can’t hardly wait for someone to replace
i’d rather wake up alone than be reminded
we get burned for being honest
wait a second. if i sent a message from the future and changed the past, then that future would no longer exist, right- so, how could i have sent the message in the first place. am i making any sense
somebody has got to knuckle down and change history and that somebody is you
if you’re having doubts, let me know. i’ll take your program offline- but if you’re with us, we tempt fate together
this timeline only exists because i made a mistake 15 years ago
108.44236000
you must learn to accept that fact that you lived. embrace life, move forward
sit on the couch and think about how living’s just a promise that i made
i didn’t know what i was in for when they took my belt and strings. they told me i’d gone crazy- my arms are strapped in a straight jacket so i couldn’t save those tv refugees
looking for a creek to dam up or a mate to dam up a creek with
our need for color right now is very real, and peace and love, exploration and kindness
if you grow up in the circus, the circus is all you know 
furthur
caution: weird load
facts be damned. names, dates places- it’s all open to interpretation. who’s to say what really happened
they fight the same way they live, deviously
we will prevail
resistance is futile
the best way to bring down a ruler is to make his people suffer
after all this back and forth, a fifth won’t do. yeah, i finally got a handle on you
i tell myself i should quit but i don’t listen to drunks
will you make a plan to love me sometime soon
believe me when i say i’ve got something for his punk ass
absence of evidence isn’t evidence of absence
the specious present
they are nice to deal with. they are strong and smart people. they are not radicalized
mistakes are made. war is nasty
help is on the way
unfortunately that won’t be possible. a temporal compensator. it allows me to exist in your time frame without actually leaving my own, but, uh, only for a few minutes
this will accelerate your metabolic functions. help you make the transition
star of the night, star of the day- come to take my tears away. make my life always bright
yeah, i’m learning not to hope for tomorrow, but learn from today
yes or no
i’d be lead harpooner on the pequod if it wasn’t for these dei hires
go slow to go fast
enjoy the ride
just because youre made of projected light and energy doesn’t mean you’re any less real than someone made of flesh and blood
i need to confirm my true nature- whether or not i am in fact a real person
and i wait without you. with or without you, with or without you
i keep feeling smaller and smaller
i’m under the gun again
remember when you lost your shit
operational risk
it’s quite obvious the man has never missed a burrito
you’re damn right i’m defying science
what are you going to say about me now
absolute coward
the failed, dangerous, deadly path of communism
man i wish i was beautiful
we don’t trust you
maybe when our hearts have realigned. maybe when we’ve both had some time. i’m gonna see you there
they blame it on iran. i don’t think so. i think i blame it on minnesota
one nation, under god, with bulk groceries for all
oh darling, my heart’s on fire
i’m sorry. i don’t know who you are
computer, delete the diva
shut the door to the moon- let the birds gather. play no more with the fools
and take your time babe- it’s not as bad as it seems. you’ll be fine babe- it’s just some rivers and streams in between you and where you wanna be
push the boundary of two minds until it stretches
the word is hidden in people’s eyes
thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you thank you thank you thank you
see, i’m making all things new
cockroachmaxxing
embrace the cockroach as the ultimate entrepreneurial spirit animal. a cockroach has no ego, only the instinct to persist
you barely count as a failure unless you manage to squeeze out a viral linkedin post about your learnings
ok
stop busting my balls
kiss me goodnight with your sour breath
nobody’s worried. nobody’s worried about me
once, i took your medication to know what it’s like. and now i have to act like i can’t read your mind
it is no use worrying, he wrote, about being related to something it is impossible not to be related to
structure. logic. function. control. a structure cannot stand without a foundation. logic is the foundation of function. function is the essence of control. i am in control. i am in control
hallucination, telepathic communication from another race, repressed memory, momentary contact with a parallel reality. take your pick. the universe is such a strange place
third time’s the charm
and i used to think you could hear the ocean in a seashell. what a childish thing
watched the world from the sidelines- had nothing to prove. till you came into my life- gave me something to lose
i press record. a chickadee is chirping in the soffit nowhere visible. the time is not now but later
for the narcissist, the world is a mirror
but nobody asked the cat
don’t worry, i have a plan
memory is not stored in the system, it is the system’s shape
august and everything after
if i saw you on the street, would i have you in my dreams tonight
i know i dreamed you
when you’re all alone, i will reach for you. when you’re feeling low, i will be there too
when will you learn
little cracks, they escalated. before we knew, it was too late
‘cause i’m picking up a message, lord, that i’m closer than i’ve ever been before- so if you have something to say, just say it to me now
antibodies sprouted like dandelions after a rain
zugunruhe
there is blood in my mouth ‘cause i’ve been biting my tongue all week
should i fly to los angeles- find my asshole brother
yolo
like meerkats detecting motion on the savanna
we’re laughing through the fear
looks like you finally got what you wanted
scaling to make a sentient sun to understand the universe
who will dry your eyes when it falls apart
fire is not the only heat. you know where i sleep
your name means nothing to me. there are no songs of your deeds nor stories of the battles you have fought
do not mistake composure with ease. how may i be honest with you today
you missed my heart, you missed my heart. you got me good, i knew you would, but you missed my heart
when somebody loves you, they take you as you are
the erosene winds-passion winds- come just before the dawn. the erosene creates euphoria
but stories are an essential part of every person’s being
and you must have been looking for me. sending smoke signals, pelicans circling
but one of the things you learn as you move up the ranks and get a little older is that, you wish you had more time in your youth to really absorb all the things that happen to you
we’re supposed to evolve into a higher level of consciousness when we die- we’re supposed to gain a greater understanding of the universe. all of our questions are supposed to be answered
cripes, i’spose
it’s been on my mind since bowie died
the chemicals displaced. there is no lonelier state
and all through the dust, you feel that you must hear the strings of a dove, but it’s a dinosaur act
θₐ = V/Vₘ = KₐpₐA / (1 + KₐpₐA)
i make no promises. let us proceed one step at a time
i have a signal amplifier on board. i’ve been working to reconfigure the protocols to penetrate the radiation stream of the wormhole. i think it might be possible to establish a visual link between us
you may be right, but i’d rather assume that he’s going to be successful
where everything begins and ends and begins, there’s nothing like it
because they are 4 inches as opposed to 1, like a little pad
thursday’s ceremony betrayed no tension
8-ball in the side pocket. a-koo-chee-moya
now, me, i got a whole different approach to women. treat a lady like a tramp and a tramp like a lady- never fails. almost never
see, i’ve been to hell and back so many times, i must admit, you kinda bore me
well, i looked my demons in the eyes, laid bare my chest and said- do your best to destroy me
i only wish i felt larger than life. computer, delete last sentence
or magnetocrystalline anisotropy
get a neuron
insieme di stati finiti
that weatherman is a liar, he said it would be raining- but it’s clear and blue as far as i can see
used to fetishize myself, now i’m talking to my houseplants
and though i’ve got no money to burn, i’m going to burn what i’ve got
take me to church. i’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
i hate you for what you did. and i miss you like a little kid
it’d look like the only way things could’ve gone
ball is life
messi messi lionel messi messi lionel lionel messi messi messi messi messi
the most lucrative possible narrative: the goat, in his final world cup
i found you exploding. i found you beautiful- don’t know a thing that could feel more heavy, babe i’m ready
one person, huge feeling, total in
oh my sweet rapture. i hear jesus calling me home
will i make it, will i taste victory
i’d rather be out there staring death right between its eyes now
the culture is lit and i’ve had a ball. i guess i’m signing off after all
let yourself be unreachable sometimes
2020
and we’ll be looking for wormholes, spatial rifts, or new technologies to help us. somewhere, along this journey we’ll find a way back
it’s my party, and i cry if i want to. it’s my party, i get high if i want to. life’s a party, i can die if i want to
it’s a long and lonely road to kingdom come
salving the wounded ego of a man who constitutionally resists ever admitting that he has lost anything
steadier, more present, less all-in
clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose
and everything that isn’t feeding the work is honestly competing with it
i can’t get you off my mind. i can’t get you off in general
what comes after this: momentary bliss / the consequence
swinging from the stars
who am i to ask for more more more
nothing to lose because nothing was really at stake
cowabunga
don’t worry- it won’t be much longer
this is my statement
buddyroo. flitty. crumb-bum
terminal lucidity
know it’s for the better. know it’s for the better. know it’s for the better. know it’s for the better. know it’s for the better
but you’re breathing in my open mouth- you’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out
nothing mattress
i didn’t know what i was in for when i signed up for that run. there’s no way i’m curing cancer, but i’ll sweat it out- i feel so proud now for all the good i’ve done
hand people the instrument instead of the diagnosis
i have everything i wanted
oh god, turn me into a flower
there’s some fear in letting go
barreling down the steps- only a moment left
i’ve been living life on the edge. slip and fall if i take one more step
we are like the dreamer who dreams then lives inside the dream. but who is the dreamer
conjured. what’s the word- a tulpa
wouldn’t you like to know how far you’ve got left to go
coming in low is part of every textbook approach- it’s just something you have to do when you land
get me a complete file on everyone who’s seen the sound of music more than four times
strikeout
let’s just forget about it. we’re not living in the past or the present anymore. this is the future
what remains when everything you tied your identity to burns
the moments sweep past. the grass bends then learns again to stand
it’s just some rivers and streams in between you and where you want to be
audentes fortuna iuvat
happy no kings day
lower me down, pin me in. secure the grounds for the later parade
all men are created equal
when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government
whenever any form of government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish it
i’ll do my best
i wish you were still here. i wish i wasn’t alone. i wish i was doing a better job, i just, uh
you’ve gone off the rails
don’t get any big ideas- they’re not gonna happen
and when you’re a star, they let you do it. you can do anything
