i wanted to make a poem, i think it turned into scientific mumbojumbo.
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- sudden tempral fusion of nural response makes a realy soft dwell point that lies ahead. to the ends of the earth, within human time we must track the concept and adjust the bright glow of molecular redistrobution, to the critical symphany floating forward from our solar glazed shield which has been to the new design of biological enhancements humming with delight in sequence of naturalization with transparent gears grinding, bending shock ratio to limit rotation of cycle impact unification.
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- as the day starts with birds attacking eachother, soft light shines through the blue curtains, a purring kitten stretches and yawns on the pillow next to you. as you turn over, it notices the birds and paws at the air. it wont hurt you like people do. its little paws scratch but dont kill. you wipe tears off your face and look at the big white painting of a cross on your wall. its blury, your reason for life. to follow gods word. to be more like jesus. today you'll face the scary people, and join the club at church. the mens fraturnity. isnt it cool, how they gather together and have fun, all those strangers forming one big family. one creepy mass of people, most of them there for the wrong reasons, maybe theyll open their lifeless eyes, to be filled with a love that will save their soul. this is it...
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- the machines . how many are there? do they eat flesh, or just happiness. the water drips from above, every acid drop turning my skin into metal. wires form in my skin, my human skin... but..i dont like the typical human. so why do i want to be more human. why do i want to laugh, when i know its a symbol of ignoring the pain. the deep pain back in my mind, it needs me to think, to always be aware and productive. i cant enjoy...i cant smile... but i want to live. i want to be human, is it so much to ask. people in church smile, they laugh. why does it feel so wrong. why does it feel like im slaughtering my soul when i feel happy. why do i feel so low after being the least bit cheerful.
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- well i've been through all the portals, this one leads home, whats left of home. every portal i enter, changes time and space. i have a mission to complete at home, but to get there i have to use these machines, the same cybernetics that threw me away. i was the broken one, the human that couldnt be controlled. but now im back, im going to help you. i missed you so much, it hurts. everything hurts. my brain cant take this, my body has no more energy to give, my heart is so sad. screams, joy, stories made from living through the battles. the operating system of my mind doesnt support the "laughter" format. yet recently i've been so confused, crying and laughing at the same time. is it home sickness, or something more mechanical. little lights in my skin blink on and off, graphs flash rapidly, sound clips flood the air. all is ok now. im falling and i can taste the frosty air, the icky smelling atmosphere of earth. i think right now i dont care what happens to me. after all the work i've done to get here, back to this universe, in the end it doesnt matter. my life started out so simple, to be a good christian, and i am, but now i have confusing problems that dont make sense to anyone. sometimes i dont know the percentage of machines in my body, they cause me to dream. when i dream i dont remember to battle the gate ships. how do i explain this. every portal i pass through to get back to earth, a gate ship see's me and reports my location. im not sure what a gate ship is, i dont know where i get some of information that flows through my mind, but i know it wants to trap me. it wants to study where ive been and why i know what it wants. but i dont know how to access some information. i know so much, but all it tells me is that i dont know enough. i have access to the earths internet, and i study what people do, how people live. people. arnt they funny.
- sometimes i know what to write, right now i dont.
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