ghost in the machine

def./

"the human brain has grown, it has built upon earlier, more primitive brain structures, and that these are the 'ghost in the machine'.

at times these structures can overpower higher logical functions, and are responsible for hate, anger and other such destructive impulses.

humanity's atavistic brain areas will lead it to self-destruction. however, the same areas responsible for hate and anger are also responsible for certain other emotions, such as love and happiness, which tend to be viewed more positively, although they can in themselves foster or lead to certain destructive urges on an individual level.

certain narcotics, for example, create what may be viewed as 'positive emotions, despite their harmful long term effects."

escapade_

you and me, darling, let's hop on the next train to vegas. elvis and prostitutes will be the only witnesses we need, and the whole world will be in the dark, but we will be lost in the light. until the end of time. until the end of me.

when the world is dark, we can become sideshow freaks in liberty. we can bend and mend silver spoons with our minds. we can burn suburbia to the ground with our middle fingers towards the podium and then, teleport to remote ghost towns to revive the dead.

the beautiful dead.


can we please do this? before they make a robot out of me. before they make a robot out of you.

you are_

and you wished, wished that, just once, it could be meant for you, that fortune might favor the severed finger as it twitches lifelessly behind a sardonic smile, the cavern of a candy mouth, your saprophytic intentions commemorate your every failure at leisure and you are as guilty as you make yourself to be as momentous and tantamount to a head without a proper home that shall wander for eternity upon that stump that raises itself proudly from your shoulders, an erection of a different kind but full of the same incessant pride that you only wish you could shame yourself for and why do you stare in such a way as if someone will lift your steel lenses and gouge out your searing eyes can you see? can you see without the light, do you need a mirror to believe that no one can love you as much as yourself and even that is an insufficient affection; what have you lost, lost forever in the cyclone of diversity, loved and destroyed out of sheer jealousy and are you as guilty as everyone else or do you harbor a different kind of crime, one without a name? introduce us, please, introduce me to your new disease my last was lovely but short but painful but pretty and i could float without salt, fly without wings, but its all gone now, all gone, dead and laying amongst over-turned leaves of fall of amber and days of a summer that i lost to a state of sublime health, but its gone now, all gone and a new needle could be cleaner than the one sticking out of your arm, are you a disease, a failure, a picture of deceit the pleasure of discovering that you are all that

. . . a child an old man.