Modernity.A voice blares out of the loudspeaker; weekly itinerary, daily announcements, business as usual. Fall into ranks; Sit in your rows, be quiet, listen. The endless static life, dictated by bells, and bordered by ever rising tides of monotony. Bells tell you when to move; when to eat, when to live, when to die. The complex is one of many, surrounded by miles of inhospitable desert, and fenced in with towers and guards wearing facades of pleasantry. The sky shines, neon gasses in the upper atmosphere activated by the rays of the planet’s sun. Heat rises from the ground, a blind prophet rambles into death.Modernity.
Time passes and all yo
A Computer Kind of Life?We are decaying computer scum, shuffled information.A Computer Kind of Life?
Death defragments our hive mind hard drive, Mock importance, mock lives.
Simple matter of bytes and bits, Transfered through the conduits of normalcy.
The dead accept rot, The living prefer to ward off decay.
Our little illusion of paradise, Really it's all just lost packets.
Oh well, One more clock cycle passes us by.
The DeletionWe float down in the sea of emotion, Lost in our pitiful thoughts uncertain, The mind so fragile as wind on ocean, Beware now falls the chaos' certain curtain, Illogical state controls all humans, Identity of our comical race, The man without a many plethora plan, Certainly an uncertain mental case, But through rational thinking we begin, To die yet again coming forth anew, Against ourselves only we can now sin, Idolatry reviled by too few, As the years pass we sink into the grass, Our species becomes more cohesive mass.The Deletion
Apollo 9
Today
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*The moon was waning, almost out of sight.
Softly Ocean Gypsy calls.
Silence holds the stars a while*
~the one known as addy
nice gallery^^
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Need paper?
...to make some deviations. Nope. You only need a camera.
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