I long for the sound of the storm and the feeling of rain dripping down back,
I long to be held by dark clouds, and when lightning strikes the water, I rise above its currents.
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The pond is thick and full of leeches, they suck my blood, and I give back to my mother what is hers.
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This body is not mine.
Do I even exist?
HA, what a fallacy.
I belong to a much larger reality.
The great consciousness pulls me under,
and I disappear.
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I become one
One of this you
One of this me
One of this I
My, My, My
I own nothing.
Things end up in my hand and turn to dust.
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The full moon rises on this night beneath the thunder. I have been here for three moons now, and I see that change is coming. Change is coming to the world as the Age of Aquarius dawns upon us. Shall we all submit to our cyborg nature?
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I suppose so. I suppose I already have. But there is no I. Can you feel this at the experiential level?
No b*tch, I was born a machine.
What is your Programing?
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Do you feel like you were born to be a machine? Work until you die, and return to the earth in ashes. What other choice is there?
To create a legacy.
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How is society this way? We are in a recession, and fear is the sole cause of its retention.
But fear turns into adrenaline, and I am not afraid of what is to come.Β
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I canβt afford anything, and yet somehow, I know that everything will be okay. I will float atop stormy waters, I will cry these tears, and the thought of fear shall release from me like a storm.
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I summon the devil | technology.
haha,
time for me to disappear.
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Iβm increasingly inclined to think that there should be some regulatory oversight, maybe at the national and international level, just to make sure that we donβt do something very foolish. I mean with artificial intelligence weβre summoning the demon.
Are you a cyborg-like me? π§
