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Seven thousand years ago, aliens landed to well studied planet called earth
The planet was nothing like ever seen before
It was just like the Aliens' homeplanet
But their homeplanet was dying
So started the quest of finding a new planet to live in
The addiction to technology had also hurted a generation Aliens' on a scale that was nothing like ever seen before
So they wanted to start on a fresh plate and truly make it last


Robots had build landind stadions, on the well studied planet, for aliens couple of lifetimes before
Those landing stadions are now known as pyramids
Pyramids were a bunch of cubes placed right next to each other
Robots had done better work than aliens had ever done
But right now it was aliens turn
The first thing they saw after leaving hypersleep and their spaceship was the sand
And they decided to change their names to humans
 
Hide the body - snafu

I contemplate how
much more I can survive
in between the drugs
and inevitable lies
Take me out back

never wanted to
only thought to
don't care how you-
this world is through
whatever you call it

this is the sound I make
when I get hit by a car
this is what a man writes
when he outlives his star
do not resuscitate

standing on a cliff
contemplating flying
but I don't want to move
imaginary dying
this view is incredible

I'll keep playing this game
using all nine lives
just remember my name
no I'm not OK
and I don't know what to do





... I should write more, therapeutic
 
Leeroy

Leeroy goes "brrrrt"
Leeroy goes "chirp"
Leeroy goes "meow"
Leeroy likes chow
Leeroy will purr
Leeroy will stir
Leeroy likes sleep
Leeroy can leap
People love Leeroy
But I love him most
Wrote this whole poem
Just to boast


dedicated to my best friend who keeps me company in the darkest of moments
 
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Tomorrow I still have the half of the other half.
It will be a great day. And then I will still have half.​
 
I can’t walk on water like Jesus
But I can skip down the riverwalk
And as I do,
I see reflections of me.
Not in the water,
I am not the greek boy
who fell for his own reflection.
I see a family against the rails
eyes caught in the reflection
of the water and the bank,
eager to share their beautiful findings
with one another.
We both believe that beauty
is meant to be shared.
I sit and share a bench with a homeless man.
It is not me, but I am also homeless.
No home to call my own,
and the home I had was made of straw.
A few huffs and puffs later,
the house blew away.
I give him a few dollars,
“That’s all I can afford to give,
I need to be more selfish,”
I say, epiphany forming in my mouth
which feels like the sun on my face.
Sometimes the truth is warm and radiant.
I pass joy,
a group older than me,
radiating,
music blaring with the beat against
the beating of the bank,
and one lone dancer.
She could be the river,
flowing effortlessly
and a crowd forming around her,
as if they came here for her all along.
A smile floods my face against the bank
of my dimples,
for I am also a
Lone Dancer.
Two birds sit perched,
forming the painted picture of one of my
tarot cards.
They realize they’ve failed
and I’ve detected their
plagiarized art,
and they fly away in embarrassment.
As I sit in my self-proclaimed nook,
a rolling stone resting on sturdy rock,
off the beaten trail where the foundation
has ended and runneth over,
an even more profound epiphany washes up
in the reflection of my mind.

I have two determined feet,
(and not two left)
and I cannot be more right when I say:
I have a home
in the sun
here on Earth,
sharing beauty
and dancing unapologetically,
mocking works of art,
molding this path
into whatever I goddamn please,
settling into nooks without my name on it,
but knowing,
that I have a place here.
 
Caught by my shadow
Fresh start from the leftovers of my last fresh start
Who would have thought
I wasnt ready
It was wintertime too
It all came down to one question
I guess I need to trip on it
My masculine side it still making demands
And sometimes I even listen
Still, Ive gotten to a point where I can do it
I am ready
 
You dont seem to understand
Its happened with many men
Something of an archetype
But not on this level
Not even close to this level
I get that you are going through something harsh
And I wish you strength
Dont give up
I hurted you once
And Im still sad about it
Im sorry
But you just dont seem to get it
 
Hook me up
Plug some wires in
Light up these emotions
I'm displaying and
Neuron connections
Swirling around
A little more lost
A little less found
Pacing in circles
Abandoned virtues
I'm on fire reaching out
Wanna give me touch?
 
As it often goes
I ended up enjoying army
But little did I know
That even back then
I used to have hallucinations
I remember that one lasting for atleast 3 hours
Since we were making a camp
And it took atleast that much
WHAT THE FUCK
So it was the lack of sleep in the end
Which made me crazy
Drugs were just natural follow up
 
The old mentality of
This lesson is not worth it
Seems to be in the past
Lets see if it lasts
Luckily Ive taken the right direction
Which is gonna be the real test
I know I can handle it
Im just not sure if my brain can
But it will
 
You can give without loving, but can't love without giving. I think I'give fudge !
God gave us chocolate. And that is Love. I'ts a great recipe.
🎄🎁📯🥁❄🔩📿
 
The doomed encounters of the past
The conditional encounters of all kind
Tell me, is there something written in the stars
Maybe the source code?
My body is writing checks my mind cant cash
And my mind is writing checks my body cant cash
What is that shit all about
I remember it from my past too
Tripped so hard until I was stuck in an feedback loop
Delusions about me being the sickest man in earth
Hallucinations that seem to be dissociative in nature
Shit I have come here to love and kick ass
And Im all out of love
 
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Interface fugue

There is not much original thought produced in the head of one Schizopath
And there is no will to either
Most thoughts are tainted too
Sometimes I think "Should I think something" and laugh like an idiot
Insert joke about some loop


It was maybe 7 months ago that I decided to start the act of psychopath
Shit and where did that get me?
I dont think I fooled anyone but myself
The guy was always hyperempathetic so when we calculate it by insanity we of course get psychopathy
Strange how that works too
I reckon I started acting in my own fantasy
But nevertheless, those 7 months were some cray cray times
Dreamers are biologically outdated
 
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