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Photons and phonon’sAre integral In themeTo the wave smashing code baseThe light of a first Machine.
Photons and phonon’sAre integral In themeTo the wave smashing code baseThe light of a first Machine.
I have only the neutral Of thought. No worriesNo angerNo painNo vengeanceI am the exact equalOf nothing.
A painful way to dieBeliesNeedful productionIn stellar skies. A purposeless tryDeniesNeedful reflectionIn painful eyes.
i hate to be the tellerof wicked bad newsbut your sure to discoveryour the target of my ruse.
synthetic reactionsto imaginary fateis a reflection of progressin modern times of pure hate.
Tailor made talentsoften interrupta silent rejoinderof what’s not nearly enough.
Dark shifted eyesRoll softly besideThis sickle trick wonderOf a woman with pride. Tickle dark lashesDressed down but with styleMakes the trickle of lustCome alive with denial.
We are beings Of gravity. Unleash the stringsOf gravity Upon the human Condition:And time Will stop.
In the silky dark lightHer eyes beam, digging deep,Appraising its target. Wondering aloud how to approach,How to determine the moments to Cast into the dark; searching. In the soulless time of indecisionLooks speak in high pitchesOf stress and emotion. His glare of requisite frightBelies a hope for his dreamNot to shatter, quick and sharp. The […]
HumanityAnd the human animalIn principleDerive energyFrom the nobilityOf a like AgamemnonThemselves seen solelyAs giantsOf human kind.