Waking up the Smartest
click click click
and of course they will
want me to subliminally feed
and nurture them into warriors
--
shuffle to....
Every Stone - Manchester Orchestra
...too much - celebration but wth
click-grab drag-drop
so, for now ..but I'll rewrite this,
the screenplay backwards
in a week
so like hidden drivers
they got awful viruses
but power driven and flush
through, this right out. . . .
Automatic update
With all the famous
new sense
that everyone who thinks
needs one (conceited presence)
that's naked as a poets soul;
and offering peaks at some . or
- at images we just don't want
on our conscience.
or not ready for.
And maybe we should
oh no. no they didn't know.
They yet can't picture themselves
anymore.
the splattered rust.
or maybe just maybe
it could be in like some epic
hacked into stream, live
rectifying just about anyone
could be made into lives.
But
filling in the gaps
about how battling cases
regal expensive kernels
built right into every
security coverage... antivirus
just initialized and contracted
the ind.ini.wallet extractions,
Automatic uploads, so now
Now...a teacher of sorts. I am.
And with sense enough to to
make things much cheaper
and more effective this time;
thats a bunch of business jargon;
but that was so close to, anyway
-taking control.
It was half me that
produced the upload.
that amounted to about all
that crap I just flushed away.
Ha! like it was nothing.
but quite similar.
those ideas hav to go somewhere
just the same. to mention
affinity ...
so similar to solar powered
side ideals within this
construction of a great soul,
would hav occurred. Regardless
but,
as when I said,
to make the discovery
of the shattered files;
and piece it back together.
And that which ended that
pursuit, inevitably,
is that which we already told.
And thus plans for half robots
but BOOT_alt_explode! ALL!
Were My sketches. drawings. diagrams
and schematics -gone.!!
up in smoke.
everything!
they disappeared before they
had any chance to grace the air....
Distribute amongst internal chips..
So made me parts
from memory. from oh but
two-tone drawings/writings
this world/age/generation
has never seen before.
antique paper with ink?.
Through mans attempts;
Overtook restore points,
all that remained
in and after the fact; after the brace
for the amazing impact
which corrupted all those
anymore innately connected.
And by the way my first line reads
...ok wait. no. first. this.
I tell u what; that man's journal..
the gem. the peace.
the answer to everything.
the switch. the cure.
the song shuffle landed on.
that sometimes I wish I had
never been given.
the damn thing.
Damn the thing;
that yet had so many ideal
consolidations and quarantines;
all sorts of issuing
into like a system
that contained them in one head end
For all control of attacks and such
-Me.
But grasping for it
so hooooollllllddd on
Yes, the first line reads
- "it's just a pair of contacts
but when they connect/signal"
.. man was genius.
"switch. bam!" But we are
what is left.