And how often
do you leave
the planet,
I mean have
you been out
there,
outside the body,
left your brain
back in the lobby?
once I get away
from you, corporeal,
ditch the
sperm factory,
it's like I never
was, what I was,
imagine all those
cables of choice,
limitless,
pretentious resolver,
society the big
hidden quiet pervert,
wants you to watch
this space,
infinite cash flow,
I know...
I know...
it's all about choice,
or what you are,
and who you were...
they don't need dice,
it's an outcome,
and you will surrender
your honour,
for the sacred vacuum!
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