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Whiskers

Manifespo

Bluelighter
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Fucking computer, Four USB whiskers never need shaving, just unplug without cream. Can you understand the warmth of the sun, the point of a gun?
You are not authorized to hear this song, to know what I know, to know the binary pattern which comprises your entire reality. You look at me and say:
Dirty mind, stuck in the sightly stenches of the world
Let go of your cares and remember the good
After all is done its all that’s left
Bleeding through gilded tubes
Tiny hairs brushing clean
the things inbetween
membranes alive
Life is a memory
I must survive
and fly high
to protect
As I sigh
Create
Mine
eye
My
I
 
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Eye-catching form there, well done indeed, like the computers view is windowng down with the computer, perhaps some mention of singularity in there too?

Bleeding through gilded tubes

That was damn clever! Actually the whole thing was!
 
I think the piece gets stronger as it goes along. I'm not sure about the opening (though I don't know how it could be changed), but I agree with dastrix... very clever. I love the layout.

Nice work :)
 
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