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this is an exultation
every ghost in the past [?] to the present
[?] back into my element
but unable to [?] on development
wipe clean these lenses
i try to break free from these senses
try to sort advice from the objective
try to separate the liars from the consequences
there is no [?] time for me to take a breather
no baseline to obtain a cause
no [?] flow inside this ether
no honest knowledge, no true believers
just feudal serfs and land [?]
[?] in a conversation going nowhere eventually
yeah thanks for the pretension
[?] made my honesty cut to the bone
an anomaly toppled the throne
so an algorithm can get rid of these schisms
i’ll probably leave while i’m talking ’til i’m on my own
‘cause i can’t be dismissive when i’m dealing with a vision
my mind’s eye’s a colosseum
where only the memes that are worthy are given credence
[?] to roam or watch what i think
‘cause a moral pretension is a dangerous thing
it can make you weak of character
or worse it could make us k!ll
and then justify it as valuable
or pretend that somehow it’s not about [?]
collateral damages are a tragedy
call it what you want, a death is a death
not a statistic on your desk
not a situation to be risk–ssessed
your logic is taken, your heartstrings hostage
and used it to take control of every appendage
left in depends, producing waste
desperate for ascension to an infinite plane
but pain stays patient
and the sensations of satisfaction that you have are transitory
and when they p-ss away on the waves
the darkness will have your energy
it’s temporary, it’s all too fleeting
you cannot solidify anything [?]
your memories will never cease receding
leaving you to wonder if you’re the puppeteer or the puppet
f-ck it, ‘cause there’s no time, just motion
a notion of moments with movements and actions
a never-ending now is an ever-present truth
regardless of the context [?] think i have a clue
try to close the door to my youth
but i don’t wanna leave my hope in [?]
so i pour forth with anger on every track
and then attempt to leave the misery in the past
there is no [?] time for me to take a breather
no baseline to obtain a cause
no [?] flow inside this ether
no honest knowledge, no true believers
just me, a bit lost in the clock’s tick
i guess i bit off more than i can spit
man, what’s the plot? have i lost it?
matter of fact, did i have one to begin with?
this whole place is hilarious, absurd
wasteful, becoming a blur, amazing
what a wonderful world, abrasive
got me f-ck with these c-nts, are you there?
yeah, what do you want?
a fortunate son, from the world we were one
i’d like to discuss your lumbering dumb luck
i’m left dumbstruck by your sickening love
always looking out for number one
lay down, face down

this is that feeling that never p-sses
the limbo of the early morning
nauseous crawling [?]
that [?] underlying symptom
the thin layer of dust that covers everything you own
thought that won’t leave you alone
ubiquitous in your circ-mstances
the elixir that summons your hidden fascist
this insanity that you mistake for arrogance
the mistrust that seeps through your heart, leaving you cancerous

- replicator of futurology

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