Insects & Robot Brains

Insects & Robot Brains

There’s spiders in the galaxy. One, Two, Three. Their cobwebs catch the dreams of the uninspired earthlings. Starving their bodies while they are deep asleep, humans are conformist who just need to eat...something original, something motivational, something inspirational...something unique.

Smear makeup over the cut places. Cover up what life did to all of your faces. It’s so magnificent how the human skin will repair the tears etched far within. Well, if you’re not pretty, then you are ugly, get plastic surgery because society will judge thee. It’s all about how your face developed since you were a baby. So, come out as a movie star if you ever wanna feel complete.

Look at the prestigious checking out the prey- beneath florescent lights and authority. Delicious works of God are prone to cavities. His tools will fill their voids with silvery mercury.

The dentist will spread you open. He’ll spread you open wide. Part those curious lips and let the doctor inside. Surrender the locked mouth to the latex hand. You were born as the sex to be harnessed as a slave to man.

A journey to find yourself. Quit trying to be somebody else. Because the lower that you go, you descend into a labyrinth- that only you know. Savoring the sweet absinthe. A black sky made of crows. Your conscience is absent. The rivers of poison overflow. The earth is dead. The clock is ticking. You’re wasting your chances to be anything aspiring. Quit being silent, There’s so many things worth saying. Will the world know who you are before you start decaying?

I’ve been smothering on a planet. I’ve already picked out my casket, but something tells me that I’m worthy to be something permanent. My life is not immortal. I’m swimming out of a gravitational pull with floating, dead astronauts and their abandoned space shuttles. Swirling into a whirling, unending oblivion. The life forms on this planet are as distant as aliens.

The satellite signals are warping our embryos’ minds. The gun-vermin-t are wasps gathering dirt to secure their hives. We are six-legged insects that are programmed to consume- anything that the mindless flowers produce. Hanging from silk threads, wriggling in our cocoons. I feel the gentle crawling of the starving, brown recluse. How could the situation get worse? I finally broke loose, and fell toward the blinking lights of the technological universe. Just don’t comply with the robots’ computerized brains. We don’t need a remote control to move. We don’t need to be maintained.

-Sir ßane Ðefiance

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Planet Perfect

( Planet Perfect )

In the past four years of my life, I have seen betrayal amongst a group of people. I have seen people use their authority to abuse the ones under them- to feel better about themselves. I have seen people change from good people into hairy demons. I have fell into the trap of a deceiver; I put my foot into a truce that was only a "Religious" attack. I once led a life hating the majority of Religious people based on that of the sinner’s actions within. I was wrong, but the accusation was half-way correct; most of the world has bad intentions and most of the world fall into a Religion.

I have fed people secrets that I would rather them vomit back up. I reached out for some kind of guidance amongst the people around me. I failed, these genes are still swimming inside of me; this mind still impulses on the same unstable level. I have befriended people that have only wasted my time. I have been used. I have lost, many times in my mind. I battle a demon within my heart, he will not let me live today. I wish I was young again; my mind has not been developed enough to take on the world. I wish there was no orientation. I wish everyone could live on the same planet.

I have put more than enough time into a relationship that is failing; I have put more than enough progress on a planet with no progression. I have seen people for whom they really are. I have seen that beings only have hidden intentions. I have aged into a body that I wish would rejuvenate back into the unaware form of a little boy; I wish I could be as blind as they are. I wish I could pretend and believe that everything is okay. I wish I couldn’t see your flaws anymore. I wish I could stop trying to be so damn perfect. I wish I could take narcotics to nullify the mentality of reality.

I wish I could be just like you. I envy people that are normal enough to have friends. I wish I wasn’t so damn distant. I wish I could smile with a frown. I wish I didn’t look like me. I wish I could bleed out my insecurities. I wish I was born in your family. I wish I could look like you and do all the things that you do. I wish I could live in your world. I normally like me, but today I hate me. I wish success was given to me. I wish my efforts weren’t so meaningless. I wish I lived in a bigger city. I just wish I had more possibilities of being the person that I want to be.