Scanners darkly, gazed analytics
Confines of foundations
Understanding only corporeal
Welcome to corporeal co
The foundations of a persona
our own understandings
our context hence defined [confined]
Are your clothes designer?
drugs are healthy, drugs are bad
are you a [believer]? are you [stupid]?
Your definition feels wrong
my scanners are flawless.
We can define you at corporeal co
so wear a [logo] we implore
permit us to pervade you with a metaphor
We've run the test and it seems
you are a [whiny whore]
Now stop bleeding on the floor
and standing at the door
do not reproach our scanners for the truth
simply because you abhor.
Detest of us not our lamenting
nor the throes of your [logo] resenting
Still your cries of errant lies
welcome to corporeal co
'if it doesn't fit',
it {dies}
About the Creator
DeiLupus
My life is a comedy.
I am 23.
I want to be an author, actor, and so many things.
I am bi polar.
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi2 days ago in Fiction
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