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[ahura_nissan]

sound wave mountains
i hear music in the mornings
classical behind my eyelids
dark-soft synthetics
or vocal memories
staying til i notice
but
there's no holding it
and it goes

..

cement
her mood only moves when it's wet

..

i use memories for pleasure
and think of rats taught to push buttons
that stimulate the pleasure centers of their tiny brains
and how they press them to death
literally
i imagine this scene BRIGHT white
a metal cage SHINES
rat-sized RED button
their feet pressed into shavings
cramped and stiff
small sacrifice
for the new all-goal
pursuit of pleasure
without meaning
must
feel
so

good

would if i could

..

is peace even human?
can selfishness exist in peace?