Jun 22, 2010 14:51
Hook up, back, dig your nails into the hidden edge, and pull towards yourself and down at the same time. It should all come off at the same time in one fluid, easy motion. Make sure to have warmed the [removed] before application. You will pull hard to the left, liptids, soft tissue, and white fat opening up to the air. Secondary infections can be battled here by holding on tight, keeping your eyes open, and remembering good times. If you have a steering wheel, flensing knife, or circuit breaker, do not employ. This is the flesh catapult necessary to put your future under the pull of a biological slingshot. ‘Morality’ is not an option. There is no wrong. Only distance.
Kick out, lean back, arch, and straighten. Let your swinging fist pull you off balance and open it splayed against the floor as you fall. Take the weight on your chest and shoulders before kicking up straight into a broken half-pike. It should all fit together in one fluid, easy motion. Make sure to have applied [removed] to all the affected areas. You will hit the ground hard, bones shuddering loose inside your flopping muscle cage but the tension will maintain cohesion and hold you in a parent’s hug. Your skin’s tensile strength will retain your shape. Broken bones can be prevented by concentrating on time, keeping your back straight, and remembering to breathe. If you have lucky jewelry at home, loved ones waiting, or a long memory, do not engage. This is the physical lullaby necessary to wrestle your present into the hard curve of demand. ‘Perfect’ is the only option. There is no success. Only struggle.
Roll, reload, brake, thrust, dip then turbo hard through the machs like a bullet through playing cards. Let your machine consciousness feather through velocity extractions, armament statistics, and the love of battle before you even begin to take friction into account. Let your aerodynamic frame cut through the air in one fluid, easy motion. Make sure that your top secret [removed] is secured at the center of you. You will arc up steeply, watching blue fade into black with stars. Having no blood, you will not feel like being sick but your frame will develop stress fractures on a molecular level that cannot be repaired. This is how you sense age; as accumulated damage from extreme motion. Critical damage can be mitigated by herding mental sheep, multiplying emotional signifiers, and imagining what it would be like to be made of meat. If you have angelfire, a homing beacon, or adeath blossom, do not utilize. This is the launch trajectory necessary to complete your mission to the vacuum. ‘Programming’ will give you your options. You have no history. Only purpose.
tags
biological,
reality,
artificial intelligence,
skin,
poem,
poetry