Reality (un)check

Aug 17, 2012 20:36

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I've got blisters on the soles of my feet
The searing heat is greasy rain on my skin
Heaving for air I listen to my heart beat
While my thought process is wearing thin
I'm crooked and slumped in my worn seat
Absorbing beta waves while walls cave in
I'm taking a stroll down a virtual street
Where cerebral diversity is the biggest sin
A meltdown telegraphed on a 3D paper sheet
Shredded by flashing eyes as I add a sad grin
Not saluting the synthetic, mighty AI fleet
And as a paper doodle I find myself in the bin
Wondering if this whole matrix has a cheat
But this code is an encrypted ego assassin
Injecting its normality source code seed
Programming complete, notify next of kin
For this is a game I'm never going to win

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poetry poem

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