Hey. I was typing 'kenopsia' into a search engine and before I could finish the word, Kenosha, Wisconsin came up as a suggestion. I found that hilarious. All apologies to Wisconsinites. All to say, I love that feeling. It doesn't or make me sad at all. I'm attracted to it, but I can still tell a sad story with as much aplomb as apostle :) (yep, I meant to do that).
While I'm here, ANALOG. Agreed. Early on in my little scifi universe, there was one question - Instinct v . Algorithm, who you got. We choose Instinct and it saved our asses.
Something for you.
Atomic Weight
Before I can wake up I feel the all of a dirty damn piece of shit.
Even so it is every day, I every day try again even as the odds are sickening
got eyes on that myself in the mirror.
And already by then, I’ve been scalped alive by just another morning
bare bald nerve ends exposed to the elements.
And still, they’ll wonder why it is I drink when I just told you as much.
They’ll sing, ‘It’s a beautiful day!’ they sang.
It’s a hot pile drives a steam engine that turns a wheel that makes the electron once in a while
I have only a one word comment - FANTASTIC!!
Thank you!
Beautifully and honestly written.
Thank you!
Hey. I was typing 'kenopsia' into a search engine and before I could finish the word, Kenosha, Wisconsin came up as a suggestion. I found that hilarious. All apologies to Wisconsinites. All to say, I love that feeling. It doesn't or make me sad at all. I'm attracted to it, but I can still tell a sad story with as much aplomb as apostle :) (yep, I meant to do that).
While I'm here, ANALOG. Agreed. Early on in my little scifi universe, there was one question - Instinct v . Algorithm, who you got. We choose Instinct and it saved our asses.
Something for you.
Atomic Weight
Before I can wake up I feel the all of a dirty damn piece of shit.
Even so it is every day, I every day try again even as the odds are sickening
got eyes on that myself in the mirror.
And already by then, I’ve been scalped alive by just another morning
bare bald nerve ends exposed to the elements.
And still, they’ll wonder why it is I drink when I just told you as much.
They’ll sing, ‘It’s a beautiful day!’ they sang.
It’s a hot pile drives a steam engine that turns a wheel that makes the electron once in a while
when it feels like it..
It won’t ever play fair because of what it wants
it wants to guess how much you weigh
then right or wrong
blow your face smithereens.