20170120User:Serprex 12:44, February 25, 2017 (UTC)
Good vibrations rip
I'm thinking of a good vacation,
gonna foster my evasion,
ain't asking for a truce,
mixing vodka in my juice,
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You taste like peppermint toffee to me, how do you do?
You taste like peppermint toffee to me, all running down my face
from the depths an echo stirs
White light, like a hole, like a hole, isn't that how it goes?
Star fight, hurl a foe, call a foul, ain't ain't ain't got no taint?
Furl brow, wish could stall til Fall, a constant phase
through the trapdoor
Two bald figures sit cross legged, staring with indifference at a microcosmic universe unfolding before them, a potential playout of their lives together would be. All the drama, illusory needs, hate, fuck. Then the blip collapses and they know 'oh, so that'd be our future'
Good or bad, they walk away. Nothing new to find with each other
Apply recursion: within those simulations simulations are watched
All that drama, illusory needs, hate, fuck, acted out with perceived gusto, but in reality the observer is in the body
Get this observer out, tied up in there saying "You never really cared"
Reality is those expressions are imagined, living in the brain's augmented reality, & the brain goes on to perceive other people's augmented realities too, because if it perceived others' reality, it'd perceive their perception of its true reality, mirror indifference
come down, touch down, sober up
One Hell, two reservations, can't be so bad
Book one, book two, it only gets worse
But the books keep coming, because the bookies always win
escape into the day dream
Noose on the loose, flavored sugar water doesn't taste right without vodka, take on this role, like a robe, pass the time with idle play
These lives played out with indifference from afar, this life's other lives in parallel
One goes off the rails, one regresses to old nothing news, one goes off the grid, one's locked up into a nether
These are my private selves, say hello, you can't talk to them, only get to know me so I can know you so I can have your nether selves play out with my nether selves
but this vacation drags on not alone
Take out these fake selves, grind them out with broken wrists, meet through electric judges, burn hours for in store credit, holed away
Some fake drive to feel something fake feel real
Periscope submerges, & when the depths start coming up upon, eyes are shut
maybe this would work better aloud