Factory of Factories.
Isn’t my smile enough?
Is my charm not sufficient?
Or should I capture your imagination?
A place of Internet and trucks
Is the new world.
If Byron or Tennyson or Keats were here theyd’ve failed to capture the imaginations of next years revolutionaries by writing about myspace last year
Facebook this year
Or what we can’t imagine next.
The trick is to say timeless things in a timely manner.
They’d have been absorbed by the factories of mindless assemblies of garble.
Factory of factories.
Humanism and the universe, two things we will never escape.
Rebellion this year
is the trend of next year,
oh yes that mindless trend.
Is the bane of the next century.
is the syllabus of the next millennium
And the chasm in which the future is fallen.
Sucked into a black hole
Memory of the great is not missing
It stretches as it swirls around the black hole
Like cream stirred into soup.
That is what we call relativity.
Timeless things in a timely manner.
You fucking idiots, the universe IS a black hole, it sucks, quite literally everything is sinking, but its no threat to us, all the rules don’t change, ever, all the rules obey the one master rule, and that is change.
That is the reason for time it’s self and an answer to why you can’t go back.
Death is just an imaginary point on a continuous delta, it’s of no real effect to us.
You study the big bang like the be all and the end all, but its not, the universe is a parabola, a sine, it collapses and expands between the duality.
Just like atoms.
If I was God And you asked for the secrets of the universe, I wouldn’t give them to you
But I’ll put them into poetry so you had to learn to enjoy it.
Poetry of friendship, poetry of love.
I’d tell them to a long haired poet who’d travel around with you and 11 other friends.
One day computers will enjoy my poetry.
Computers who take our place.
While we climb to a higher existence.
When technology creates technology it climbs too.
But do you know what technology daemons will call what we create for them? Their environment.
Just like our environment was created for us.
Humans are just technology for the spirits. We climb after them up Jacobs ladder, software daemons climb up after us.
Life is just a big factory, a factory of factories, and you can never really escape it.
Laurei.
(And who really cares about what software does, as long as it’s doing it’s job right?)
Have a good day.
I’m Mc Loving it! Whipped this little picture up, Just wondering if anyone has been to a Mc Church lately, you know what I mean, so brand aware that they forgot what they’re getting people in for.