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I Wrote This on a Pink Napkin
 
the old
nodes
of secular convention
 
the trilateral 
commission
 
the aliens
 
oh i forgot 
i’m writing 
poetry
 
so these things
are off hand
off the scale
deep into lava blood
transplanted
then 
filtered by three legged genii
cuzz reality sucks
and if it didn’t 
they would have 
to invent a new 
word to describe boredom
 
yeah i have a lot of questions
about the things i remember 
before i inherited this vessel
but this ship has rung the truth
and sacred is being crucified 
for barrels of crude
 
reality is fucked up 
can’t believe half the shit 
you read
the other half 
is usually produced by some 
splinter group
 
armed with carcasses
of  cloaked civilizations that 
spoke languages 
we can’t siphon 
 
 
so drink up 
you geeks
peons 
hackers
and nomads of geometry 
the signs are here 
written on your body
stitched with logos
and hemmed delicately 
to worn the soul 

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