turn on the box
I'm too tired to think
as I kiss the sun
and become the me
I am today
found 400 ways
to murder my bad parts
on UHF
between static
and hollow waves
from outer space
hey build me a machine
into something perfect
sterile guys with no faces
grow hair in test tubes
it's all channelvision
bye tape technology
and 20 bucks a day
I have photographic memory
ear recorders
enhance to full potential
all your sad concerns
passion power profit
it's all channelvision
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2026 00:48
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 9
- In collections: Black Hole Disease, Red Veil Cycle.
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Comments1
Technology takes jobs and privacy as well. What it gives it takes back. Nicely written
Very true. Thank you.
You are most welcome John
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