Watching cyborgs

things where dreams don’t be things that look like you and me, the door (whirs open) which spares me the job, but it’s an electrical impulse and no charge for that information. They’re keying us into the system bolting us to the frame and where’s your religion when even Jesus forgets his name?…

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Mixed blessings

For all those daybreaks I have wasted all the mornings left untested and the times that I was bested by the demons deep within, which have brought me to the here and now I think I’m somewhat thankful but the jury’s out on that…

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