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An Undisciplined Mind


An undisciplined mind...

No immigration policy...millions of applicants for money marathon drugged and left under the heating lamps...global smog containment tanks...air replacement fees are not negotiable...sign up for organ transplants is over...the dope czars always win...the sickness breeds from mind to mind...you got a forgery so don't be so proud...someday I will be recognizable to myself...until then the unity lesson is over...Earth built great machines to save itself...what percentage of the unemployed are on drugs...I want the excitement back...the great manipulator reinvents himself through time's sour roots...a deep space voyage based on hibernation... the soil is dead insects...one of the derelict cities left over from the reoccurrence...a zero gravity hospital zone...only few survived the full treatment...the tortured elements of an inept psychology...they don't trade in wealth they trade in imagination...exchange your human cells for the immortality of machines...lookin' pretty sexy on ya...try to feel the pain just don't linger on it for long...the global warming typhoons shake the architecture of your fear...a working core function perceiving the difference of modern history hypocrisy...let him go...he's screaming in his underwear today...a functioning machine replaces the brain in consensus circles...strange forms of ice on the shore...people from other wars since try and play for danger...repent now or nothing is forgiven...wave of terrorist breakouts...spy rings and talking about the fate of the planet as an opening gesture of impotence...skeletal development parts...you'll have to worry about wearing one of those ID collars...artificial prison space...chemical brain involvement's developed into such plastic surgery techniques that finance your sex drive...never being seen...does it get cold in the heart when the brave run...does it look fair in the cosmos...somebody could be listening in...no waste of effort...they haven't shut off the air yet...what's it going to take to get more tools...a lifetime spent wandering...a bearing on the opportunity...nice peaceful place all spent...maintaining the needs of competent production...the future is a chemical garden...we're not sending the wife down to the corner to make booze money...free from captivity of introspective self...think of yourself more often...finding life still interesting...what's the pain of staying...an original prosperity...get a strong psyche profile...welfare workers are fed up with the broom... gently find another way of satisfying...lend money to develop the corporate farm techniques...further down the line...consideration for the elemental capacity of reasoning that makes up your mind...not wasted or unseen...beyond the sense of your immediate touch...don't stop thinking it's a trick...leftover predecessors were sent back to their families in body bags...don't break face with your policy...deep filters on the steps of the horizon on a tubular grid looking up at the stations...maybe not the best but would purify the atmosphere plenty...absolutionist mockery...something of deadly importance...there would be many monasteries on earth...affectionate parasites in a field of malaria...stopping these plagues wouldn't look so bad...what's out there that makes any sense to spend your life on...we ask for clean tastes...food that hasn't been tampered with or overexposed...
device tightens to your perception...navigate filthy condom rivers...gone insane in paradise...strange things happening to the mind lately...strange storms brewing in the distance...a perfectly disguised attack on any belief system...the defectives ask what is this gift of life bullshit...a mindless run through of the deepest paranoia's of the everyday... adjust the temperment...enough elements to sustain various controlled experiments that monitor deviant thought output...power struggle over drug distribution...another collapse of identity on display for all to see...ridiculed in dreams at warp speed...losing touch with a functional reality...who deserves the blame today...more unused scripts from the theater of the absurd...call me and let me know what it's all worth...sweet dreams for a sour mind... when you wake up and it's OVER...



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