Putting things together is something I do all the time
Lets me add all the nuances I think I need
Until I start to subtract by adding too much
So am I good at knowing when that happens? No, but when I do learn it, it will be a huge…
Putting words in where emotions feared to tread
Out into the world, unprotected, left to fly or flounder on their own
So every time I press that button and make something come alive on the web
That is the moment where I add a bit more to the universe and wait to hear what echoes back
Out of the chaos, a need for organization grew stronger
Reaching for a list and some boxes, the war began
Dedicating time to the battle, slowly the chaos was pushed back
Except they never saw the betrayal that was about to happen
Right at the moment the house was set straight, they had twins and that’s when chaos won
Can’t think back to the days when I was 100% human
You know, when I did everything without some sort of enhancement
Began with a set of glasses, then came the phones
Over time, virtual reality crept in complete with the ability to feel the matrix
Reality became distorted into something malleable with AI and social media saturation
Gaining an augmented suit and grafting it to your skin might be a step too far? Probably not.
Been looking to start something else
Even though I have five hundred or so projects in the works.
Given all that, something new has caught my eye.
I wonder if I could squeeze it in if I sacrifice something else.
Nobody really needs to sleep, right?
Those pesky trespassers ruined everything
Oh sure, they were trying to “return” his stolen property
Well they could have just left it at the gate and been off, but no, they didn’t want to
Everything might have been fine if his security was worth the payments
Really they might as well have opened the door for the interlopers
See, be nice, give people some jewelry, and that’s how they pay you back! Medieval!
Never sang in front of more than a couple dozen people before
Evert could feel his legs try to quiver with just the mere thought of the packed concert hall
Ready and waiting for him to come on stage and open his mouth to let those songs free
Vivian smiled warmly as she straitened his collar. “You’ve got this.”
Oh, he got something all right. Got to go to the bathroom that is.
Under the harsh bathroom light, he looked himself in the eye and thought..
So what was it going to be? That’s when he threw up.
Crayola’s yellow box made his eyes go wide.
Realizing all one hundred twenty colors inside were his to work with.
And that thought had him wondering what he should color first.
Yukon forests? Dragons breathing fire on a horde of gold? Something from the Matrix?
Of course, he could let his imagination run wild and do something totally out of the box.
Next moment he was using a heat gun to make a three-dimensional sunset!
So what if he was hungry?
No one cared, no matter how much he bitched and moaned
And yet he expected her to do something about it
Couldn’t he tell she was hungry as well, and when she was hungry she became a monster.
Kettle was soon bubbling, releasing yummy smells into the air. She was gonna eat well tonight, she was!
Couldn’t care less what you think Miss Know It All!
Rarely does something come out of your mouth that’s worth a damn
And right now isn’t one of those moments
Being the refined person, such that I am, I won’t allow myself to stoop to your level
Because to do so would admit that you put me in a foul temper, but we both know that’s not the case
You just run along now and go to Hell, you hear?
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