Searching for work

Reality is shifting, the normal is becoming strange. The strange is becoming normal. The nonconformist begins to conform to match the pride of the common human. A Life is beginning, structure, a developing of skills once defined as pointless. A repair to the problem has been found. How well the fix is will be shown with time. The endless leisure will become limited. Limited things are more valuable than common. You must be confined to know freedom. Freetime is better appreciated when it is limited. You need bad to define the good, a comparing of the two.

New years Resolutions

Lose Weight
Get Job
play more music
Balance sleep schedule
start music youtube channel
finish associates degree
become less antisocial

wire frame

the bolts that hold my head together are coming loose
the shaft that the bullet travels is bent
my air passages are blocked
the fuel line is cut of from the engine
the logic center requires a certain amount of fuel to perform correctly
the container is preventing the gears inside from turning
form is degrading with age
the machine is on but isnt running any programs
no archetype is loaded
standbye mode

Hive mind

The times are changing
the birds no longer have a reason to fly they walk now
there is no reason to fight when there is peace
there is no use for fighters without a fight
the fear of the unknown is easily remedied by access an infinite source of knowledge
all of life's questions and wonder can be found out with a push of a button
knowledge that once took a lifetime to learn can now be learnt in years
groups of wonderers now wondering alone
all information is being piled into one place
things can now be defined for efficiency disregarding their meaning
definitions are definite
the mystery of tomorrow fuels life

spoil

i realize my faults
i am a spoon fed baby
everything is supplied around me
manipulate the world around you because you don't have the same responsibilities as others
a true fool
the lazy bum yelling at workers
the brain has degenerated to a state capable of nothing
what are you doing,
nothing to promote survival
until you get a job/responsibilities you have no credibility
until you can be a self sustained content human your words have little meaning

we are human

time to go into my sleep capsule
my ball of consciousness
until something intelligent emerges
we are data
memories
referencing events
observing things alone
observing things together
finding ways to live
stimulating the brain with our senses
oh man
reaction
how my brain has fallen
my brain is degenerating

poultry redefined

8 chicken tenders placed unto a circular pan
i watch as you bake in the intense heat
the sound of you sizzle escapes through the vents in the oven
as the frost melts the the scent of chicken fills the space
light reflects off the oil bubbling from your exterior
golden color slight browning on the edges
but your taste is a lie
you were never chicken at all
an imitation of something delicious
outside you appear to be chicken
but beneath your crunchy outside
a solid mass a block of meat sponge like in texture
this is not the texture of chicken i have come to know
chicken grinded up and mixed with other things
to be formed uniform shapes
i hardly recognize you anymore, chicken