First in Line for a Flatline

Don’t eat, don’t swig it,
Find your voice,
Give it a minute,
Take the advice you’re given

I know, I know, I know…

What? What?
What do you know?
The postage stamp grows,
Your tiny writing’s getting…
Smaller and smaller
I stuck it on my nose,
Blew it off again,
A bogey overload

The better times where I think I’m sliding in,
(I give a little shit every now and then),
I never took the form that should have fit

Oh, damn,
I took a nibble of the fruit,
(That’s my loot, that’s my loot, that’s my loot),
Bland, bland, bland, bland as fucking sand

[Fall, fall, further into playful trauma,
Single digit queues,
I’m never losing face]

First in line,
For a coma

Why do you make it sound,
Like I’m missing out?
Eventually, I want to be myself,
Blurt outward, shared nonsense

[Living life through failstates,
But still perpetually glitched in frame]
What do you see when you’re looking for ways in?
I’ll fall through the floor if you try to talk to me,

[Wrestling with sanity, forever tethered to a screen-locked scene],
Well it’s fine, it’s a lie,
I can pull the plug at any time,
As long as you sign on the dotted line

[Fall, fall, further into playful trauma,
Single digit queues,
I’m never losing face]

First. In. Line.
First in line for a flatline

The better times where I think I’m sliding in,
(I give a little shit every now and then),
I never took the form that should have fit

Oh, damn,
I took a nibble of the fruit,
(That’s my loot, that’s my loot, that’s my loot),
Bland, bland, bland, bland as fucking sand

Lose the front,
USE CAPS LOCK
Tell it straight,
I’m messed up

Fuck you,
You clean it up

Nope

I don’t need to listen,
Competition grade pissing,
Exchanging pleasantries
And stealth obscenities

These ‘wants’ aren’t defined by you or I,
Conversational dependency,
On urine-drenched reactive cheese

You got me hooked on the clock,
Tick, tick, tick, tock as I rock,
Sat in place, looking spaced,
Doing my best to embrace,
Message sent

What would happen if this room was upside down?
My mind’s up out of the ditch,
Snap back and scratch the itch

Write down your feelings,
Don’t forget the meaning,
Peel off, you’re needy,
Don’t agitate the sleazy

I’m down to fuck it up,
With just enough to make it suck,
If it makes sense on paper,
Undo the order and save it for later

End it, end it, end it, end it,
Blend your time, no need no tend to it,
Release control and done,
Before you’re old

“Thought I told you that anyway”

Wait wait wait wait, wait,
Attend it,
Vacant lot, belief suspended,
Turn around be on your way

If this sedative makes me sleep and stink,
Roll me on my side and let me breathe a bit

Write down your feelings,
Don’t forget the meaning

Write down your feelings,
…Forget the meaning,
Peel off, you’re needy,
Don’t agitate the sleazy

“Thought I told you that anyway”

Squeeze the banner,
Try to make it fit,
Is everyone underneath?
Good, I quit

Autocorrrect

II’ve got a little hologram,
Showing me some pristine moves

It can walk, it can talk,
It can reword your thoughts,
Before you even have them

Who’s calling?
Is it awesome?
Should I hold it in?
Feed it to me in a binary stream

A voyage filled with hopes and dreams,
Show me the feels,
A natural end when the battery depletes

Wire me, inspire me, and work out the kinks,
Control over everything,
Even wiping up my shit

Wired, inspired, never ever tired,
And tired, and tire, and tied to a chair,
Forever… for a bit

I’ll be flying a kite,
With jolts running right down to fry up my insides,
Charge me up for the ride

Jumping up and down,
I can’t look around,
Vision locked in place,
Open-eyed,
Blinking compromised,
Seeing out the sides,
Seeing from behind?
Where the fuck am I?

At least I’m co…co…co…coherent
(Mumble rumble fumble),

The shaking stopped

Flipped in place,
Head swapped with space,
Forced cyber race,
And nut for a neck,
Metal touching metal,
And the shaking’s back

Can never cut me off when there’s nothing within,
Cut the cord, leave me…

I’ll be flying a kite,
With jolts running right down to fry up my insides,
Charge me up for the ride,
Conducting a free thinking insight

I’ll be flying a kite,
With jolts running right down to fry up my insides,
Charge me up for the ride

What can be disparate when distance is meaningless?