Bullet Train To Iowa:
Say bye bye. Kneel down, yield, pray, and kiss the ground.
Gonna be awhile before we touch back down.
Ain’t no turning back. Like a train sprouting wings, fuck the track. Hello, Sky!
I’m all aboard this surprise locomotion.
Oh my. Oh well. Guess I’d better just enjoy the ride.
My oh my.
Grinning & chatty tapestries and tile.
I’ll try to keep this conversation light. May be up all night.
I surmise there might of been Iowaska hiding in the water and wine.
Looks like I’m about to take the bullet train to Iowaska soon.
Well, all right.
Ride. Ride.
Choo Choo Choo
Grey Area:
No more Real. No more Lie. This is the age of confusion.
Obliterating the lines here in the digital paradigm.
Nothing factual. Nothing fictional. Interchangeable.
So expendable.
No SI override. We’re on the verge of extinction.
Hallucinating to survive here in the digital paradigm.
Nothing factual. Nothing fictional. Interchangeable.
All Sensational.
No SI override. We’re on the verge of extinction.
Hallucinating to survive here in the digital paradigm.
Black is white is grey is gone
Genuine and fraudulent maze.
Ones are zeroes, zeros ones from now on.
Out of tune and phase.
