80 lately
I listened, intrepid in state, as DOS got covered.
The first operation. Conditions suggested, that much more time ‘nested’. The human beginning.
More leisure, less endeavour, slowing of the rate clock.
Restructuring fuck. No intention, but omnipotence.
The paper trails, the racks unfolded, serve up breakfast, luncheon. Dining.
Yet in the shell, the Kernel knew.
Lost sight of morals as HIS wealth grew.
Took-out, the plot of reality’s thread, replaced with auto suggestive bred. Butter side down, invertebrates map.
The synoptic plan, raised in vacuum, left in festering.
Break down social, caught in conduits. Trapped in wires rather than a field.
Now, forwarded up to this date,
HIS purchase, commoditisation
of our genome. Take its alteration pattern (Patent).
Let’s not construe, HIS gate was open. The horses bolted.
Vacations forgotten, begotten ledgers, rewritten pledges. Fudging, smudges the papers tainted.
Plunder all under sundries, take as unwritten, your ‘god’ taken lack of “rights”. Eat your words or your consumptive desires will implode, in US we trust, for our specific, species benefit.
The system is (coming) down. A syndrome you didn’t pre-medicate.
Beware
>>MIDATA:AAA:PCB:667:0639031221♾
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled fantasist. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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