from the visions series, canticle II (a.k.a. the fuck yeah song with no known end)

feed me so much data,
all the time,
that I become just smitten with it
and no longer question anything,
dragged into a maelstrom
that never felt this good.
I feel like a hidden king.
In fact we all are, yet unheeded,
unheralded, unheard of,
each in his own obscure saga with no bards,
hence vanity metrics
(no scribes waiting at our command).

but this is what I desire, oh masters!
in a certain way I envy
the life of those wholly absorbed
by their work
(I write this anonimously
in case my wife susses it out)
that way they can escape all the time,
hide from them the cold dead fact
of this fishy thing called life
that needs dealt with all the time.
The salaryman has shown us all the way of salvation.
All hail the Zaibatsu of the Heavens.
Oh here come the scions!
They want the secrets open and revealed,
to harvest the power.
The fight will be brutal, as are the spoils
accordingly.

that way, there's always time
for a lonely beer at a commuter tavern,
for practing golf in the dark,
insulating ourselves from the inmense loneliness inside
for a few precious seconds,
for a silent numbing whoreing stop
before heading back home,
thru' the smelly and windy guts of the system.

But I digress.
I was talkin' about data, yeah, data.
The oldest virus ever and it shows no signs
of weakening, unlike our species,
impossible to wean us off the umbilical wormhole
to our reptilian average,
our cruellest amygdala hijack
(the one most activated when driving).

Eternity will sure be disappointed.
The void itself will fucking yawn in exasperation,
maybe thus spawning new universes
with better chances
and more amenable tv rights.

Tardigrades will inherit the earth.
Not the meek or the mild or any of them other-cheek-headstrongs.
Those will be exterminated ruthlessly.
(...and rightly so, if I may add,
says the broken voicemail of the dream visitors
that will never be caught alive
having a sandwich in the park along with all the other salarymen).

The weight of the disdain is growing
and it soon will surpass the capabilities of the event horizon.

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I once spent 7064 days urinating,
on one of the moons off Jupiter.
I felt like a good few seconds of relief, tho'.

Given enough commuting time
any man will hallucinate tiny portals into higher awareness.
Sadly these tend to last for a few milliseconds,
and it's hard to do any exploring in those conditions.
At most, the wisest can jot down something later on.

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A strong ale and a good mix of vital bitterness.
What a concoction we got there.
Broody as fuck.

In those moments, you can let go of your identity.
And it feels sweet.
As if you never had one and you just realized
you had been living under a benevolent lie,
but there were no further consequences anyway.
(felt like an unexpected holiday, that day in the middle
of the week where you can doze off
and maybe make love to your wife).

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They found a goblet full of teeth,
effulgent and emerald in color,
with a strange script carved in tiny crevasses.

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why do they have to change the placement
of the fucking Ctrl key from fucking computer to 
motherfucking computer?
Why on earth can't fucking there be a fucking standard for that?
It fucks up with my muscle memory,
and I look like a fucking ass in front of others
godfuckindammit!
SO HELP ME GOD!

(after this message
from our sponsors
we will now welcome
our contestants)
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Oh ThE SeNex FoRRRniCat0rs aRR on tHE PrOWl!
Untenable positions are the funniest
for the sake of arguments.
Must be amazing to lobby for the threadbarest of claims,
the fuckingest of complains.

the night is askew
with mind-bending
vastness.

Howling industrial din.
Angels that work night shift
processing oil.


If that guy is really able to provide every other suicide bomber
with 72 virgins, then you gotta commend
his command and streamlining of his supply chain!

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I am at a loss trying to imagine
how silicon / methane -based life shoud look life.
I probably would lose my job very quickly
in that universe, if I ever got one.

People screaming aimlessly
walking the streets like they just had some K,
screaming in search of their machines
whatever that is.

Everyone asks everyone about their lost machines,
and nobody thinks of going to the pawn shop
and kill the fencers, while you're at it.

co-workers should not fuck in the company toilets. period.

Why is this NSFW?
Is it because all the profanity?
Well, fuck you.