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We the late starters, sofa for second skin
    Lost
    in
    Reality
Distract the proud beast
That hungers for poison
Hungers for sabotage
Hungers for an end (Hahahahahahahaha)
We feed it
the near tangible echoes of what it craves
A translation of satiation until the last suppers
and first breakfasts of cool inevitability
    This is careful.
    This is cautious.
    This won’t burn our fingers.
    This won’t cause any further drain bamage...
    ...Uh oh...
      ...Ahh... ...owe...
       R
         O
          Mm
           Mm... ...mm-ma...
            ...mmm-maaa...
              Marathon shock.
Ahem.
Cough
Stretch
neck, shoulders, crack, crack, ooh good one
Glass of water
Micro temperature increase......
Micro temperature increase.....
Micro temperature increase....
Micro temperature increase...
Micro temperature increase..
And so on.

We/they bounce the light until the depth is known
And it’s safe to fall.
Sun there
Sun here
Moon there Moon here
    / oop, spinning wheel - “‘mershel break!” [commercial break]
    - adblock - spinning wheel - pixelated faces - full screen
    - straight line - spacebar - time code - spark spark spark /
The image improves The faces sharpen
    and WE are abstracted.
SHHHH!!!!
    “Sh- sh- shut your mouth”
    “Sh- sh- shut your mouth”
    “You’re just coming off stupid”

warm rush of near miss
warm rush of
survival.
We catalogue the results of multiverse simulations
Perspectives shift with no alarm
And the weight remains the same Unchanged
Always.
We the late starters
Aesthetes of experience.
Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.

- Tom Budge