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The Modern Creation or My Last Goodbye.

The Modern Creation or My Last Goodbye.

A Poem by eatmills


I could be lazy. I could be crazy. Fell on my face, fell through space.
divergent

divergent

A Poem by eatmills


You'll have a free-flowing great time. Sometimes I vomit a lot at once
I had a dream

I had a dream

A Poem by eatmills


Morning coffee Bacon sandwichesI had a dream You were back again
Those Silly Games

Those Silly Games

A Poem by eatmills


Sexy Emo. Not for the unimaginative.
A Hundred Times

A Hundred Times

A Poem by eatmills


A sad love poem
Analogic

Analogic

A Book by eatmills


This is the series of poems/ramblings based on technology.
1.) My Birth

1.) My Birth

A Chapter by eatmills


Grown up all my life, plugged into the world. I still witness the cruelty through the tube. Amplified the rhythm with discontentment and ..
2.) I Consume

2.) I Consume

A Chapter by eatmills


Becoming a slave to our invention Broken down by convenience It's the only way I know How to breathe. If I stop I will become The maste..
3.) The Gift

3.) The Gift

A Chapter by eatmills


The gift from God, as the devil would conceive it. We made it ours and took another mechanical hit. And I become synthetically omnipotent...
4.) Analogic

4.) Analogic

A Chapter by eatmills


Algorithms and logic don't mix. Can't fix the system. Can't find the syntax error. The line has been severed. We've taught them to be..