24 hour post-impact little black box

is anybody out there anybody out there? or am i stuck on an AM frequency?

sometimes this vessel ejects me, and i hit the ground. grinding miles. finding cog.
biological predispositions win again. the chemicals in my cortex, some of which i put there. i’m still looking for her, i think.

this is not a test.

such a mess of static, my head.

remember when i showed you every song i ever wrote?
remember when i told you tales of all the dark in my head?
remember what you said?
remember what happened?
i did.

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now does our world descend the path to nothingness (cruel now cancels kind; friends turn to enemies) therefore lament,my dream and don a doer's doom create is now contrive; imagined,merely know (freedom:what makes a slave) therefore,my life,lie down and more by most endure all that you never were hide,poor dishonoured mind who thought yourself so wise; and much could understand concerning no and yes: if they've become the same it's time you unbecame where climbing was and bright is darkness and to fall (now wrong's the only right since brave are cowards all) therefore despair,my heart and die into the dirt but from this ENDLESS END of briefer each our bliss-- where seeing eyes go blind (where lips forget to kiss) where everything's nothing.

--arise,my soul;and sing

these are things i see. sometimes i make things to see.
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