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The Buttress

This Is Nice

 

This Is Nice


I exist in a waking dream, a living nightmare of vivid color
Scanner Darkly, I'm the Other
I don't sleep, I go under intense mind-bending regimens designed by myself to suffer
One week, no sleep
My body is weak, so I must break it
Amphetamine sings to me so I take it
I'm Philip K. Dick, inspecting for bugs butt-naked
This is nice and I feel fine
As I start losing my motor skills & start going blind
Dissociative as I drive, I am heading to No Place & I leave No Place behind
This is nice & I feel glad, even though my body is dying & my mind feels sad
My perspective shatters like fragments of glass
Heidegger mind, high on gas

This is Nice
Who needs to dream?

Rap Game Gene Ray
Do not step to my cubic wisdom
I do not know nothing, so listen
I could tell you something about wishing how to unlock all the potential of the human condition
What won't break will bend
There is no transcendence, you cannot transcend Men, peasant
No God, No Heaven
My Kingdom is right here in unlocked modes of perception
I like it here, it feels fine
And I like your face, I think it feels like mine
I am going to wear it, just give it some time
As I consume your context & you submit to the Sublime
Grandiose bitch with lofty ideals
I cry at Blade Runner every time, skip a week's worth of meals
Phenomenology hunter-gatherer, I catch all the feels
Digest 'em, manifest 'em, make em real

This is Nice

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