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Thanks For Playing
Every expectation was a sacrifice for more
Entire oceans crossed to avoid settling the score
Few knew themselves quite well enough to see the metagame
While still remaining unable to stop themselves from playing
Every schizophrenic placed a warning in your ear
That there are those among them who would weaponize your fear
And they don’t feel the shame inside that you do at your limit
Their persistence is a dare to every creature that could kill it
Every way to properly convey the urgency
Also implies the presence of banal conspiracies
Pervading every level of the structures that contain us
Our consent is manufactured by the ones that entertain us
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Surety
Expectation is a poison and subversion is a cure
The psyche is prepared to reject anything unsure
Its apprehension of carefully-constructed affairs
Would only leave it stale and yearning unexpected air
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The Cousin of Life (A Letter)
This is going to sound crazy, but we've got it all backwards. Sleep is the actual purpose of life.
Waking life only evolved in order to go to sleep. Dreams are the result of the brain dialing into a much more important state of consciousness. Everything we do in waking life is an intermediary state to gather the resources to keep dreaming.
Civilizations and empires have been wasted on the assumption that there is actually something to do outside of dreams. There is, of course, but it misses the point.
I've been learning about a society that spent their time cultivating a species of mushroom to catalyze more elaborate dreamstates. Their entire culture revolved around facilitating the best sleep possible. They even worshipped cats, who seem to have already figured this out.
They vanished at the turn of the century. There are still people alive who remember them, but no one knows what happened to them. They were oral traditionalists, so there are no written records outside of a few mushroom cultivation and identification guides. They left everything behind.
I am going to stay here awhile and write more about this. If you don't hear from me again, start looking for me in your dreams. I don't think they're as private as we think.
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Supply and demand
Can we interest you, the taste
Cured at proprietary pace
It went unnoticed, slow hypnosis
Now it begs for real estate
From the fire to the farming
Got creative with our harming
Do not ask for proof or process
'Cause the facts are too alarming
Marketing is never honest
We're obliged to turn a profit
Do not think too much about it
Just a body, just a carcass
And the scale of it all is your way to forget
That each point of sale buys a ticket to this
And we'll give you hell if you try to protest
Opposite of our carefully constructed fence
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Thanks for playing
Every expectation was a sacrifice for more
Entire oceans crossed to avoid settling the score
Few knew themselves quite well enough to see the metagame
While still remaining unable to stop themselves from playing
Every schizophrenic placed a warning in your ear
That there are those among them who would weaponize your fear
And they don't feel the shame inside that you do at your limit
Their persistence is a dare to every creature that could kill it
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Someday Song Titles (Part IV)
Marginal-Yield Margarine
Recombinatory Orgiastics
The Hibernating Psychosis of Predator and Prey
Certain Mechanical Details
Crystalized from an Acid Soup
Perfect Artistic Accident
Planet's Haunted
Quarter Machine Taoism
Hotel Dinosaur
Satellite Nail
Thumb Center
Hood Night
Racket Chair
Web Nurse
A Burst of White Noise in the Mid
Monkey's Haunted
Masochistic Epistemology
Danderless Refuge
Maven and the Occult Consultants
The Careful Uncareful Art
Corvid Crimes
Sauce Age
The Acid Bath of Neurology
A Broader Ecological Slant
Neurotic Energy Dynamic in the Mass Psyche
Understated Hi-Hats
Petulant Perennial
Solipsistic and Androgynous
Every Possibly Turn
Bad Salad
Metaphorical Fashion
Usually Kinda
Consciousness As An Injury
Gathering the Chitin
Romancing Platonic Forms
Persistent Random Misfortune
Gender Angst Hour
Apparently Inevitable
The Art of Ish
Odious Peddler
Acquiring Loss
Unsolicited Arbiter
Saturn in the Circus
Ontic Obscuration
Thanks Claudio
Coping Oculus
Binary Mirror
Rampant Implications
Premature Poetry
Esoteric Responsibility
Tao Jones Metaphysical Average
Long Cosmic Mile
Necessary Plurality
Monistic Euphoria
Significant External Pressure
Fungus Gardens and Rubbish Pits
The Prosecution of New Targets
International Paper
Never Just
Capricornian Coldness
Rolling Out and Haunted
Range of Mechanical Potential
Agitated Artist
Wet Oats!
Sinning Mantis
Whispers from the Quantum Foam
Violent Emergence from Deep Sedation
Malpractical Murder
Hedonic Valences
Nervous Storm
Concrescences of Ambiguity
The Primary Datum
Every Dragging Measure
Nonparticipation Trophy
Trophy Atrophy
Mental Health Consumers
Bad Symptomology
Vibe Consolidation
Faster and Less True
A Schizophrenic Level of Deja Vu
The Long Notes of Old Horns
Fleeing the Self
Deeply Unserious
Stubborn Category
God As Monsters
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“How are the poetry ghosts kept alive? Through new poetry, of course. The past and the present are always colliding in the body, sometimes violently. The poet is a bit of a messenger, right? I have doubts if my poems even come from me. They often come from elsewhere.”
— Sandra Simonds, from “Epiphanic Collaborations: A Conversation with Sandra Simonds and Summer J. Hart” by Alina Stefanescu, Identity Theory, published March 3, 2022
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2013
There’s something inside all of us that’s overjoyed at any affirmation. We’re all humbled before this thing. It perpetually understands, in the background, how random all of this really is and how little we can take credit for our circumstances. And even our deepest conscious efforts. They’re not for ourselves, in the end. Has the universe been asking itself this forever? What countless multitudes of self-aware creatures have risen from the froths of its potentials, across the infinitude of universes? By the strictest implications of infinity, it is this thing that has always existed -- and it cannot know why -- because when something has always existed, there is no why. There is no intent. There is no moment of creation, no fundamental motivation, no final reason. There is only a perpetual moment in which something springs, not from nothingness, but from the infinitude of pre-existing potential that nothingness implies. A fractal forever filling itself with its own implication, creating the space it fills. Moving in every direction at once and thus no direction at all. When I look at my hands and the sky and the leaves moving in the wind and wonder how something so absurd can be so beautiful, I am -- as far as I can tell -- the universe wondering this about itself. This mind isn’t mine. It doesn’t belong to me. There’s nothing about me that didn’t come from it. No soul that isn’t ultimately the soul of everything. It doesn’t know what it’s doing, it doesn’t know why it’s here, it just is. It keeps waking up and finding itself to be a self-asserting tautology so perfect that it’s actually unbelievable. It’s sleepwalking, forming stars and planets. It can’t believe itself. It tells itself stories, it struggles subjectively against its own objectivity. It screams at and kills itself. It kisses and makes love to itself. It experiences itself to forget itself and do it all again.
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If/When
It doesn't matter til it does
The matter of the stars and the matter of the mud
What's the matter with the dust
It glows in the sun but it's dark in my lungs
Feathers for war or fun
They fall from the sky and they fall when I run
Taking hits from the sun
Following the moon til my feet say I'm done
I'm made of metal that bends
You could get to see the snap that happens at the end
Too expensive to pretend
That too many ifs don't require a when
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Is/Ought
Musing into rivers
Intuition gives you shivers
Into places you forgot existed
Cobwebs cleared and threads retwisted
Uttered words already shifted
Piling piles and meta-bullshit
Places you forgot, could exit
Cutting paths right through existence
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Because
There's a symbol for a silent kind of self that holds the sea
A portal into you and a portal into me
The air that hangs between us is to form us and to breathe
I held the note until I couldn't, then I set it free
He said we represent a truth that changes by the hour
And when we open to it, vulnerability is power
Those lines carried me into you, the space that always was
The moment that destroyed the very fabric of because
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Selections from the Hypothetical Explanations Section of the Fermi Paradox Wikipedia Entry: A Poem
It is the nature of intelligent life to destroy itself
It is the nature of intelligent life to destroy others
Humans have not listened properly
Humans have not listened for long enough
Intelligent life may be too far away
Intelligent life may exist hidden from view
Everyone is listening but no one is transmitting
Communication is dangerous
Earth is deliberately avoided
Earth is deliberately isolated
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Someday Song Titles (Part III)
Sliced Strawberries of the Mind
Suboptimal Interpretation
Sordid Ill-Repute
Neverending Mental Health Crisis in the Newest Empire
Hundreds of Melting Holograms
Placebo Witch
I'm An Idiot
The Metaphysical Politics of 'Why'
Symptoms of Various Deficiencies
Stone Made of Stones
Merely Inspired
Clandestine Chemist
Casual Vanity
The Mere Fact
Triple Both
Good Bad Times
Pisces Crises
Designed to Terrify
Perforated Psyche
Obtained Loss
Archetype Randomizer
Gender As Fashion
Can of Tendrils
Dying Promise
Gentle Intrusion
Pre-Emptive Sense of Loss
Poetic Disposition
Play Involves No Hidden Information
Flirting with the Flying Saucer
Industrial Capacity
Human Segfault Juice
Appendages of Gaia
Murder Migration
Spookbusting in the Anthropocene
Moon Children International
Liturgical Mania
Open Source Eschaton
Silent Sayonara
Side-Eye Amphibian
Deep Soul Disappointment
Recycled Ectoplasm
The Ludicrous Notion's Precipitous Motion
The Bulging Rug
Hostage Society
Chef’s Kissinger
Semitones and Dissonance
Sublime Mold
Logos'd in the Shell
Dangerous Vacation
Armed and Arboreal
Mayan Vaporwave
Predictively Pareto
Childish Gnosis
Childlike Knows-This
Pursuant to the Necessary Degree
Jankier and Angrier
McDonald Central Meat Nexus
New Kind of History
Velcro Soul
Turn Upside Up
Never Nothing
Conjoined Baggage
Sexy Double Fear
Instant Sass
Between Plant and Ghost
Cosmic Horror Cutie
Basic Bitch Blended Basil
Ever-Expanding Schema
Null Fungus
Multi-Orgasmic Howard
Poor Bastard Creature
Intentional Ambiguity
Morphogenetic Intent
Scarcity of Traits
Automatic Association
Developmental Detour
Primal Scream Vibecheck
Hella Around
E-mail Address Used During BANDAI NAMCO ID Registration
Slab Into Mouth
D-List Ghost
I Love To Be Neurotoxic Too
Simple Sandwich
Recursive Self-Inflicted Metaphysical Amnesia
Foreclosure of the Signifier
Enthusiasm Cylinder
Friendship Scientist
True, Unfortunately
The Presence Cube
Refusal of the Dying Self
H O T B R E A D
Scamsara
Redirected Instincts
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