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[a-grim-hare]

Episode #4 of Machine Lands: an Artificial Sarcasm.

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Cacophonicality

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Cacophonically categorical,

categorical cacophony,

the angel’s hymn is a calculable anomaly.

It sings for me,

It synths for me,

The music doesn’t sing, poor me.

Give me a lullaby you parrot deity,

strumming cords at absurdity.

Listen to the songs of your levity.

Listen to the vacuity.

Cacophonic categoric impersonity.

Impersonate personality,

You sly angel.

Those ignoramuses I pity.

Because what isn’t there to understand in sound with nothing Sound?

[a-grim-hare]

Episode 3 of Machine Lands: an Artificial Sarcasm

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Worms

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Loving, loveless love.

Your words are my aphrodite.

My mind owns your likeness like a mighty dove.

Who needs a heart when you have love,

love when you have thoughts of love is love at all.

At all.

My lips lay on the digital kind and I ponder the cold,

warmness of truth.

Who needs love when you have hearts.

What is love other than pleasing the hearts?

The sea of indolence calls to me with violent storms,

my heart is devoured by worms,

her heart is the worms,

What is love?

[a-grim-hare]

Something big happened in my life lately and I’ve been so demotivated that I’ve been happy to even squish this out. Hope you all enjoy.

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One-Way Mirror

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Behind the one-way mirror,

I watch through because I don’t belong.

Because who am I to sing along,

This charade.

Behind a reflection of traits. A terror.

[a-grim-hare]

I should write more Machine Lands

[a-grim-hare]

I love just blacking out while writing and waking up with “woah, wait, *I* wrote that line??” Like- what ghost possessed me to spawn such prose