

three voiceswe march amid a bleak postmodern world of technology the redolence of smog and acid rain; we love to smoke and snort into a world of fantasies in ketamine and coke there's no disdainthree voices
Can this technology be nature's death or can we take its spot? Can we evolve? Does nature want man to progress alone or trust in worn tradition to survive? The world has held our hand along the road of evolution, yes; but are we not evolved enough to operate ourselves?
we're hedonists 'cause ignorance is bliss indulge in pleasure, run away from pain this is the
vaporeon
Hopeless

scarlet fever.two fingers on his neck to find the heaviness of shuttling blood, the curve of his jaw & the beat that follows his breathingscarlet fever.
two birds draw blood on the rooftops above the store awning, once removed from yawning mouths of caves
your brother checks his pulse & the birds are drawing blood & he checks is checking his pulse
your brother is checking his pulse & he looks like he is sleeping
& it looks so much like sleeping
(:
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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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when one candle is used to light another, the new flame is not the same as the old flame, and yet the first flame directly causes the second.
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