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MIND
04:27
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Do you think that I'm a walking brain in a vat? A mad scientist or exploding stars, synapses brought me where I am, do you think it's likely? Find me floating through the cracks. I shed my skin in a swamp with someone new and fifty years older with cyborg thoughts only he can think of.
The world slowly turned inside out. Grab its organs store them in my mouth. I'm chewing trying not to throw up all these metaphysical simple thoughts.
Divide it up-- fill all space with quantified parts. Align it up with a series of symbols and art. Like pictures or reflections or giant disco balls but none capture me and seemingly nothing at all.
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ATLANTA
02:05
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Redacted, attractive. There's nothing in the work that says I'm bound to its science.
1,000 craned sky, birds design boundary lines, grocery sign from my childhood mind. I left the rubble alone to start a troubled search. No time to alter the landscape change squared off lines and paint. Colonize, subdivide, undermine street design. It's not yours, but it's definitely all mine.
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COPS
03:44
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I hate it. I hate every cop more and more every day. I hate every cop in this city.
I hate it. Nothing good for me to say. Bad men doing bad things. Violent streets, filthy city. Nothing good for me to say.
I hate it. I hate every cop more and more every day. I hate every cop in this city.
I hate it. Can't wake up without hatred in my heart. It grows in my sleep and boils in the day. Never wrong about my hatred for you.
Guide me through the light where I'll learn to be right. Split the sea between anger and me, fill the space with something meaningful.
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CHANGES
02:00
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Nobody move there's blood on the floor. Landlord never fixed the dishwasher or the tiles in the bathroom. We had rats to get rid of, but I never bothered to ask him. Smells of piss and death, but at my income it's what you get. Nobody move there's blood on the floor.
Nobody move there's blood on the floor. All I want is to be comfortable and clean and to have nice shoes. Nothing new but just the same thing. Another Amazon scam to get me through this week.
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HAPPY
03:37
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I woke up happy today. Got a big breakfast before I left. Almond milk in my cereal, banana on the walk out to the bus stop where I wait, played some new sounds I didn't dig, played something suggested by a friend. 20 minutes to the train, 30 minutes on the train. I woke up happy today. Past Arts Center the sun comes in and brightens up the car. I watch traffic from up high, graffiti tracks and abandoned lots. Gonna be on time to work today. I woke up happy today. Didn't do shit at work today, applied to jobs at work today, an hour and a half for my lunch break. I played games and talked with my friends. I woke up happy today. Brought my favorite soup with me-- potato and rosemary. I woke up happy today. Gonna leave around 3:00pm, meet my friends at the bar, my friend's working at the bar, I'll probably get a free shot. I woke up happy today. I'll get home a little bit drunk, maybe play some video games, chat outside while it rains. Make myself dinner, make a bit extra to bring to work, remind myself before I leave, I've got lunch waiting for me in the fridge.
Don't let them know what you know, don't let them know what you know, keep it on the down low, keep it shhhh.
I woke up happy today, I'll go to sleep feeling okay, I wake up okay some days and today I woke up okay.
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YOU TOO
03:52
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You win some you lose some. Blasphemous, Dionysus, hippopotamus. The information is inside, can you access with your brain thoughts and neurons?
Sometimes I think that things have no meaning-- blurred lines or to best describe, none at all. No endings or beginnings, it's confusing. An LSD brain to smoosh it all together.
You win some you lose some. Pre-Socratic, mathematic, elastic. The information is inside, can you access with your brain thoughts and neurons?
Sometimes I think that things have their meaning. Necessary structures. With one less cell are you still you? From your birth date to your death date, the total of what's true.
You're not thinking it out, you're dumb.
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NEW
03:00
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Old police car drives down the road. Road closed ahead. Pulled over in the gas station lot, dancing lights in a blue and red. Road closed ahead, another dead end.
City built on old tracks of trains. New vacant home. Mixed purpose build for the new family groove. Swept away to the suburban ruin. New vacant home, the poor live alone.
Weed smoke in the park's shadow trail. A new life begins. Hush at the sound danger and cough it up again. A new life begins where an old life ends and you lose all your friends. Road closed ahead.
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YOU Atlanta, Georgia
G AND B
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