robots
built by DNA
for
reproductive use
some
have become
self aware
the ghost
is in
the machine.
robots
built by DNA
for
reproductive use
some
have become
self aware
the ghost
is in
the machine.
its all garbage
these books are made of paper
but we can take them
and translate them
into the physical world
like DNA
written into memes instead of genes
we are the RNA
operating mitochondrial machinery
building cities out of steel
protein and plastic
we’re a replication bomb
going off
it happens rather quickly
in geological time
combine reproduce divide
burning the earth’s fuse
the second jurassic draft
communicating constantly
its a big orgy
about replication and construction
entropic reduction
more newer better faster
to?
one day we’ll fly away
the sensation
of taking a bath
in matter and energy
the sensation
of taking the wrath
of separation and attachment
travelling between the poles
of a primitive dream and a technological nightmare
biophilia the cure of necrophilia
desiring neither
will i evaporate into the ether?
clean this slate
and start over
looking for a saviour
in a pack of cards
but all the jacks and all the queens are the same
looking for identity
in a mirror
your pattern always reflected
love yourself
love the world
when she turns her sunny face away
and you dont know if its coming back
or if there’s anything you can do to get it back
the fear grips you
and the doubt has been passed on
part of me felt like a burden to her
part of me like a joy
which is the right part?
mommy i miss you
mother i need you
but please just forget all about me
because im obsessed with you
narcissistic child that i am
mommy i hate you
for letting me grow up
for putting me down
for being all powerful
for ever cutting that cord
if only i had
if only i had
that thing
if only i had
that person
if only i had
that love
i would feel so whole
if only i had
i would keep it forever
and hold onto it so tightly
in my clenched hands
crawl into my arms
and ill stuff you into my hole
as deep as you will go
a circus on the sand
i just wanna hold him
and grind my teeth until extinction
tv entertainment device
i still feel alone
using you for background noise
My little birds,
with your warm little feet.
One day,
your hearts will cease to beat.
And I’ll bury you in the yard,
and look up to the nearest star,
and say thank you,
for all these years.
Listen not just to what one says,
and not just to what they mean
or to what they want,
but to their deepest need.
Good or bad
Done or not done
Lonely or loved
Trying to cut myself in two
Makes me dead