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Missed my stop on the M train twice today, saw soot covered workers coming in from the chimneys of future industry, smoking, fuming, hardly a breath breathed except to suck in the darkness and fume, the ashen, flashed, bash shell, green glow ascii hell of our future. I saw silicon and silicone and hard green, glaring light, and I saw green, saw cash money hard green back back to the wall, hardly fought frought with hope and longing, which are as dangerous as attachment, and unscanned attachments, piling up in your inbox. love bug hug claude shannon grabbing your junk and making you wish that you were born a robot, so that you could, you know... remember the last time you touched your body, shot yourself with an ion cannon, and rooted your own box? sudo sudo su su su sudo what's your cipher? you were a child you were black and frail i was a child too back then, as I am now I saw today, a vision of today. I have prophisied more than once today and I am unashamed. cut me loose cracked gravel full of bottle caps and plastic shrapnel's overpass looming over the edge of the river and the edge of all civilization I still believe in civilization, if only because it is the only thing worth believing in. I still beleive in progress and upward spirals, if only because the only alternative is a downward spiral. I guess what I'm saying, for the fortieth time, is that civilization is a spiral, and I think it's going up. Right now, I feel like it's going up, we're going up, unless we go up in smoke, NUCFLASH. NUCFLASH. that's the code or just cigarettes. weed is still in question. Workers heave their bare, immigrant chests and throw themselves from the train into the water below the williamsburg bridge, into the roadway. I saw this with my eyes. Train collides with the future in a thousand bursts of color, indescribable and rude. bodies in the muck, bloated, holding college degrees and car keys. I saw a green light, and a red light, and the bright, hysterical lightnoise of fiberoptics fused with spinal tissue and eye matter. All marching, all pushing, all cavorting with cohorts and pierced wild lobes and extremities. green light greed light red light dead light bright flash stillness on the face of the deep
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