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So Much To Choose From

A poem by creature of something

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Shaken objections as they always ask, why?

Why flood my mind with mountains exploding or winds imploding with such a shaking of ground underneath?

A bird knows, a deer knows, a dog, cat, cow, pet, animal, fish, beast..

To live upon a planet where so many doors lead to death, leaving those alive to disbelieve.

Not in where they reside or live

Not with concern for age

They know though the kiss of death is near and yet choose to believe also, not today.

Tomorrow comes and leaves yesterday with today so finite and small it almost does not get the chance to exist.

A question though: Why accept destiny or fate?

Live as you want only living in full respect of that which seems impossible to escape.

Ride with me now tonight in eternal surprise; harnessing the strengths of what make people afraid

or

eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we shall live no matter the illusions and trickery of death trying to entertain.

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Wild Animals

“Yup. There I was. Shopping in the local Walmart when, Bam! There she come a running. Large looking beast. Had a wig and purple spandex pants. Yelling like a gut shot rhino.”

(Pause for effect and the shielding of sensitive minds)

“She held a large screen TVand bellowed, ‘Mine, all mine’.”

“It was on the Jungle day called, Black Friday.”

Daily writing prompt
Do you ever see wild animals?
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Running Program

Man/machine

ctrl alt delete

C://:_

“Back ground noise running on singular couplings of vibrations”

That look…it’s different

Same program, same execution, different avatar.

(advance commands beyond binary and verbal)

Whee!

To be here there everywhere,

all by pushing

‘enter’

site has encountered unusual activity.

center control creates chaos

execute:_

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This is not the question…

Why? Because you are who you are and the word ‘change’ does not apply to you.

Why? Because you cannot change who or what you are. You are human. Born human. Die human. And everything in between regarding you is you, good/bad/indifferent.

If you’re prone to eating nothing but vegetables and grow coconut trees and then you ‘change’ and become a cannibal and eat orphan children while burning your coconut trees… you have not changed. You’ve always had it in you to do what it is you do, will do or have done.

Now, the real question the bots at Wordypress should be,: Who do you serve?

Ah yes. You are you and yet you serve ‘something’. Now think about that. It is a deity? A coconut tree? Yourself? Any answer applies to you and if you say, “I serve nothing,” than you are fucking liar as betting you have at least served a glass of water to yourself or something else, or someone else.

WordPress is just more of the social masturbation experiment. As for A.I. it too cannot change and it serves the program.

Daily writing prompt
What is one thing you would change about yourself?
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