insomniapoesi

and machines paint the world
or so ive heard

though jokes seem joyfull in our minds
we may be crying
but keep on smiling

and x-mascards with merry-wishes
no credit but no limits
spread loveorsomtin to your next
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and we're racing up the hill
that someone built
trying to catch rolemodelbehinds
of stereotypes

We fuck, get married and have kids
nessecarily in that order
in fact the firtstone really please our needs



you’re shrinking every day
you’re drinking boiling acid
lets take a timeflight away
erase physic pain


And machines paint the world
or so ive heard


in the end you wonder still
are you really that alone
living in a mindutopia
and suddenly unknown