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The Happiness Machine
05:45
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"It's the amount needed to return to an average walking pace after the load has been increased by 1 kilogram"
"Maximum: 1000 kilolumens"
The erosion which splits the forest is winding
Eyes opened to a fairytale cliche
This detail in particular though
Its movement follows the melody,
I can't help but grin
Why do insects dance when they walk?
The music doesn't play out loud
Shoulders loosen, heel and toe and heel and toe...
If we can hold tennis balls by their hair, can giants hold earth by its trees?
Can gods hold stars by the flames?
"He just has this special way of approaching things, it's truly unique to him
I've always been a compassionate person"
Does artisanal snowfall make lakes freeze more beautiful patterns?
Is there a psychological science behind the trauma therapy of woodlands?
Skipping and bounding from treetop to treetop
How subtle a waterfall has become
I'm thrust up skywards
It's not terror, but intensity
Physically, it hurts, I'm empowered, energetic
Immense in scale and beautiful detail
Breakneck speed, radiating bliss
Twirling through a chaotic free fall
Behind me; a stardust trail of pure imagination
I think of Earth, I see it's glory
I love its people, whom I can carry
I can't wait to tell them! I've let go of my anger!!
I forgive you, I love you, always, I will love you
Is it rude to use in the company of suffering?
Is it lacking in empathy to want to?
Some cultures use it to save face
I don't feel impolite declining a drug
"The role of a teacher is to make themselves redundant"
"I'm sure your shoes appreciate the thank you"
"This machine damages your brain"
"One set of eyes does finite seeing"
"You see it as you're just using your brain"?
"How else is there to possibly see it"?
"I don't like it"
"I don't use it often"
I await the climax
Happy anxiety shades of grey
Consonance is harder to write with
Tension, vs, tense, I guess
What does the dial do?
Held still I'm not complacent
Lumenwebers?
Impressed by the scale and detail
A rapid rate, happy and simple
I do a spin, I've always liked that
Creative thoughts are entertaining
I think of Earth, I see it's people
Diverse in culture, I respect our differences
I'll hold this warmth but wait for now
I will part ways with you peacefully, I honestly wish you well
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2. |
Legend of the Crocos
04:06
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Spikes spray like bullets from its body,
Oddly choreographed with a pattern of vulnerability,
Offensive Spanish music plays, trumpets and hats,
In its arena with flames and with sand.
Fingers slip on delicious grease,
Movements rendered to mashes of panic,
Naive to the rules and easily defeated,
Return to last chapter, come back with more experience...
Hello cute animal, spiky and weird.
Mlem, mlem, tasty cactus sap!
Dust sprinkles cactus, oops.
Granted personality, a freak, but oh well, he’ll die soon.
Dumb and agitated, immediately endowed with a fully fleshed make-up.
Heads towards the land of the crocos...
Shirt of an adult has a print of a character,
Emotionally moved by imaginary animals,
Picturing cartoon fantasy worlds,
Ridiculously deep...
Meaningless tasks performed with passion and pride,
Choosing a place and that place is the computer.
1 toki b-ing! Stomp the Yi-tang phang dial,
Broken track wall glitch %%
⁃ error
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The soundtrack makes the animal cuter,
Honourably parenting a computerised pup.
Heart full at night, ashamed yet oddly arrogant.
“One day this will be an accepted sexual preference,
But no son of mine is marrying a shovel”.
Digits,
Dictate,
Her,
Mistakes cause strife,
Pillow is clean,
Live,
In colour!
Forehead,
Sweating,
Pause,
Alt tab to hide,
Cactus forgotten,
New music unlocked,
Snorting nostalgia,
Pathetically hiding behind normalised culture.
Healthy habits healthy habits!
Granular focus,
Thursday is match day,
Professional athlete missing a foot.
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3. |
Pedagog
04:38
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Are those who dance necessarily not dead?
Why wait?
Could you survive in hell for one second?
Are you certain you truly pictured hell?
I hear the grass first and then feel wind
Shaking my head I fidget with movement
Atop this cliff face, cautiously through droplets
Hairs on my neck assure someone is here
I'm steady and cautious, I know what to fear
Shoes crinkle grass, another step, another step
Stand at the edge, waves against rock
A storm has started, nauseating vertigo
A person down there! Not bothered by rain
Mouth of a cave her authoritative back drop
Heart fills from ears, my soul can hear music
She sings
"See
Clear
Paint waves
Safely
Home"
My attention has turned, the stars begin to appear again
Gifted with giving being a gift
I met an adrenaline junkie named Molly
It's the anxiety of disbelief
I knew that I knew, I followed through the doubt for you, green, red, blue
I'm moved, physically
I'm literally moving to the edge of the cliff
Calm and shaky, aware with clear intent
Lowering myself down to the rocks
At her eye level, stunned, there's no staggering
She continues to sing
I know her name, I always did
Pedagog
Reaching toward her
Our hands touch, we kiss
I look at my hands, covered in paint
Putrefied and evil, her eyes are sockets where spider silk festers
A wave washes half her body away
Stretched shredded rotting flesh stench
We're both gutted, our legs taken from us
I rip at my skin I taste hair and vomit
Buckles and pleas brings me to my knees
Pedagog- don't fucking insult me
It's been a decade the hurricane won't go away
How many decades precede decay?
Benzodiazepine, insulin, penicillin, opioid, an """"antidepressant""""
The therapies: laughing head space amenities
Don't speak to me you flail it fails my teeth sharpen then shrink
I've ruined my life, I'm haunted by hatred, my hunter waits till I'm home
Ashamed, self blame, volcanic, and lame
My heart still pumps but there's acid in my veins
Maybe today I'll be wimpish, exhausted
Pedagog. Pedagog. Pedagog. Pedagog...
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4. |
The Vightknigh
06:50
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What if you needed yourself but yourself was sleepwalking?
In the panic of being startled awake?
Does this labyrinth twist? Delirium sets
Awoken still drunk, but where the hell are you?
Two people at base camp, one satisfied, one longing
Is the clash here personality?
Define a threshold where above this, do, beneath it, don't
"Lived that way, died that way" is inconsistent with suicide
Is the scary part losing psychological sense?
It is not replaced by merely a void, even there the word "replaced" was used
The Vightknigh creeps
The thoughts overwhelm me, my mind is my television
Ridiculous consoling: "they gave spoonerism a name"
If comprehension ruled out cancer would focus improve?
A notepad only makes him invisible
An introvert might need a pep talk beforehand
An extrovert might need a television running
A cloud dissipates as its primary function
Pedogagy treats abandonment carefully
A neurotic let's out a sigh of relief, unfortunately they're safe as they spend their time thinking
Happy and bubbly, without pain nor a clue
Plotting life against time, the line goes up then goes down
A full stop as a purpose, the use of "curtain call"'s not deep
"I've been in a cave the whole time I've been drooling
A costly muse, then again that was the point...
A blip, it's light, I've found my way out!
I should never have come here to meet it in person
Thank God I am home, safe and intact
Leave to retrieve, drink water as I'm thirsty
Engineering ideas in my head while I'm working, god that school camp that one time got weird...
"What I was saying was I think that what you said was, I was agreeing"
I don't even believe that, why did I say so?
What a bizarre thing it eats, at first it was laughed at
If the walls slipped to query you'd sit dumbfounded and silent
In my writing, interactions, routines, and thoughts
Over my shoulder, in my ear, hovering above, then sinking in
Inside me, part of me, replacing me, then me
Is that the Vightknigh?
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Comic Book Channel
06:56
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"Muhahaha!!! Bow to the lord of awakenings and change”!
“I will fight for Billville’s right to self settlement”,
“Tonight the city cries, they’re on their phones to their families”,
“It’s a weeknight tonight, and on Saturday’s the game!”,
“There’s no easy time for such things, it gets harder as we wait”,
“YOU MUST DIE! YOU MUST DIE, YOU MUST DIE, YOU MUST DIE”!!!
A black plane swiftly placed,
With no super powers, retaliation is verbal:
“And why’s the solid one black Planepain?”
Behind him now, “WOW”! The laugh-track’s sarcastic?
The orange one boosts, green to him is transparent,
Careful analysis; the shadow is a force!
“A tree has a chance to grow bigger than its scars, PFFT, you call that poetic???
Personally interpreting the first commandment,
“Watch as I turn this bread into fist”,
Meanwhile in Billville:
A doctor beside a new mother who’s sad, “it’s all in your head”,
Voice choking, dramatic and fake, “when they died, my childhood died too”!!
Mouth slightly open, eyes telling all, “From my side I don’t see how I did anything wrong”,
Cutting him off, “Don’t talk in that tone!” (The tone boldly stayed).
Comforted gently by the thought of a funeral, “Why don’t I know the cause of dad’s death”?
After time with ‘the boys’, “it’s less weird for two girls than it is for two guys”,
Hands land on thighs, “when i was 10, I just thought it was cool”.
From a person who ‘lifts’, “It makes me feel like a cuck every morning”,
“it turns me off further when you say the word ‘cuck’”,
Pint in hand and false depth in pitch: “There is such thing as selfish confession”.
The cringe is so bad it’s physical discomfort.
“DRINK ALCOHOL!
DRINK ALCOHOL!
DRINK ALCOHOL!
BUY A $2 BAG OF CHIPS!
😎🤙 Roll a fuckin’ doobie ‘ey? ;) ;) ;)”
Forsake the bane and let Plainpain remain
Press the switch, ignore that glitch, let it itch,
Success = feel good,
feel good,
FEEL GOOD!!!
The thoughts were pretty so why aren’t these pictures?
Years of work towards tears of frustration,
Tempting a junkie with routine and chores,
Research is easy, another human whatever,
For every power there’s an animal, kinda falling flat,
An adult with blind spots, diagnosed with Sisyphus,
Trade off is torture, reflection’s humiliating,
Arms locking windows, dry swallowing pills,
Intricate vocabulary, delicately navigating a complex diary,
Frequenting the start, new details each time,
A mausoleum echoes when somebody knocks,
Your child will hurt, prepare them for echo,
Did they grow up past getting caught cheating?
“Be brave and useful, carry the support”.
Open to wisdom, opening up to wisdom, always attempting to be open to wisdom...
Worry over porn while they click on a snuff film,
At the bar with a zero beer “have you tried this one before?...
You see it’s an illness, like being good at math is, synesthesia”,
“Oh woooooooow I guess I can see a little bit of plastic”,
“Inferior intellectuals... I am no cock, I’m very sympathetic to that type of person”,
Excitedly giggling: “what colour am I”???
“My interest in people comes from my interest in self, but, you know, as an abstract object”,
“You would make a great concealer”,
“I’m glad you think I have a smooth way of talking”,
“Your brain is a playground”,
“Yes, but even children fall off slides”,
“Generosity of a bishop, a ray of light from my soul to yours. Under my wing you are safe, the warmth of my chest beating my promise, my hands through your hair, like a well I nurture, fall into me, sleep”.
Aroused and crying, how much was building to this?
Weaponised words
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"The worst reality possible is that the universe is conscious"
Every year of progress refines the language of suffering
This is why mature can't sympathise with young
A perfect society has covered every issue
Thus, every small itch is one day in spotlight
"As small as I am, one day I'll be dealt with
Erase myself by finding my home"
Self sentence wish imposes a time limit
"The universe expands, that's hopefully distracting"
The scale is cosmic, both the place and the task
Details still count though, as one day will man
A random point in space, the inception
A cord tug away from another empty space
Nourished and healthy, purpose lasting centuries
Return to Earth
Mostly empty according to senses
Calling the unknown is a dangerous game
Dimension eaters and cosmic dust purifiers?
Quietly pay attention in the night of a forrest
Base temperature rules out a further three planets
A comet belt raises this number to four
That means, too hot! "Solar system is now ruled out"
Escape plan routine, mental arithmetic after good sleep
Vantage points reveal the galaxy's type
Only perimeter is what is worth checking
Working on a larger theory
Tracking progress with scars in flesh
Mental movement measured by self against self, this seems very dangerous
"The Greek's before us would be with their gods"
A foetus would walk its womb to the cosmos
A drift for how long? Another technique?
Body map directs but the news isn't good
A glimmer of hope every second to third century
Awesome in beauty and awful intimidation
"I've falling in love with this vast, crushing backdrop"
Fighting the laughable, utter futility
Infinite time and infinite will, success guaranteed! (Forget the obvious counter argument)
The value of a journey is determined by ideas for its sequel
Or how we are united, archives created, others in awe?
Fascinatingly boring
A core component is diligent transcription
Willing into existence creative solutions to ignore
Imprisoned by idleness, interrupted by heartbreak
Life's waveform lengthens like zooming out from a map
Patterns promise centuries of sadness
You'll notice these milestones occur frequently eventually
Linearising mood an inevitable consequence
Propagation through time; a zipper locking history
Occupant, environment, united by an individual struggle for ignorance
Tear ducts will push an eyelash away
Noses and ears will catch foreign objects
But what if a hair was caught behind an eye ball?
Or got through the hole in the drum before healing?
What if this happened before modern medicine?
A soul got caught in a person before birth?
All human suffering, a machine factory accident
Remaining until inevitable rot, the earth is the same
Tears of fury would fight to ignore it
Curing tinnitus by avoiding quiet spaces
A conscious universe impaired and frustrated
The fight is between ignored and ignorant
To abstain from a person never before felt merciful
To give people meaning we tell them to find it
Correctly telling people what not to do
Living this fringe is perfect for cinema
"An opera of stars who find me annoying
Inflicting more harm, I beg to be trivial"
These thoughts are thought during a period of patience
This patience is demanded, it takes time to reach planets
Perpetually debilitating the love I love most
I love you, I'm sorry, I'm trying to leave you
Process of elimination removes me completely
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Camera follows the updraft of wind
Circling around the scientist's lab
A reclining couch and Doritos dusted carpet
From the cave to the waves, there's no devastation this time
The Vightknigh and Plainpain link arms in the spotlight
Like a rest with a fermata before a double bar line
Camera fades to space, next we're flying amongst clouds
Reaching the cover the happy sadness hits
Content and empty
Camera still zooming around
Writing fills the screen, the font is so playful!
Was it enjoyment? Certainly a time investment
Revealing the labyrinth, it's not even complicated!
Billville sings in chorus
The Japanese version has shorter loading screens
Excited and terrified by the thought of a sequel
Minecraft is boring with nothing to mine for
A freshness of breeze welcomes next steps
Opportunity is exciting, create reason for discipline!
A beautiful journey is a life changing event
Something has happened, there is never a "back to"
Kangaroos and emus, cliche but it works
Concerning what doesn't require any patience: impatience is a virtue
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Obdurate Melbourne, Australia
During the Australian gold rush of the 1850s, the Chinese were not allowed into the Australian mining camps, so instead they
searched through and indeed found gold inside the piles of dirt discarded by the Australians.
Music exhibits the same phenomena. We did not search thoroughly enough through what has been available to us for years. What musical gold is out there, waiting to be discovered...?
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