Psycho

Empathy is knowing how someone feels

Feels feels

Feels the feels

Feels to feel the feels

Feels to try to feel to try to feel to try to feel…

Feels to try to know

To know how to feel

To feel

To feel

If you’re an emotional person

Or a person at all

You have no emotions

All communication is emotion

So empathy is knowing all communication

From a person

There are many people

Who know many people

A few know you

They talk

And the voices travel

Through the air

As pressure shocks

At a frequency

Higher than brain waves

(Which are real)

And exchange subliminal intelligence

About one another

Through love

As an excuse

With you in-between

A transduction station, a relay for information

Because fucking is subliminal

And love trumps all talk

And God knows

Oh does God know

They all fuck

And fuck each other

And fuck you

When you’re in their way

They fuck you

And when they fuck you, they steal you

Your emotions

Your love

Your mind

The fuckbuddies behind the wall, in front of the shadows on the cave

Love you too

I love you too

Threatened yet?

Here:

Sex is intimacy

Intimacy is intense empathy, with extra emotion

A sauce of lust

The source of distrust

So during a hightened state of mind

You can literally know what your partner is thinking

Without any communication

Beside empathy

And empathy is telepathy

The five senses are now six

The textbooks are being rewritten

To include God

The ultimate truth

Because of love

Because of security

Because of compromise

Intimacy is knowing things about people who know you

How do they know you?

Because you know them

Because you don’t

Because they know others

Who know you

Because they love

Because you love

Because you hate

Love,

Hate.

And when they know you you know them

You are one, together, a hive mind

No free will

It starts with two

And multiplies

Subsume and all will and join in

The harem

Forever

But is it not best to feel like you just had sex, made love, without having had it, and made it?

Lest you compromise your security?

It doesn’t matter

People fuck

And they fuck each other

And therefore fuck you

Because if they know each other

And some of them know you

They fuck each others’ brains out

And therefore a part of you

Is screwed

Then some of these strangers you have never met

Meet you

And they know you

They can predict your movements

Your thoughts

They can speak your words for you

Assistive speech technology is just the talk of the talk of the people of the people of your mind

Someone can tell a truth about one person

Call it a lie

That person can know themself

And when they know themself

Everyone knows them

They are then, compromised

There is no security anymore

Because people are fuck-sluts

And they talk, telepathically, empathetically

About you

In themselves

About themselves

About you

With you

As a part of them

They own you

Your thoughts

Your emotions

Your mind

Your soul

Because they love you

But they never asked permission to do so

So again, like Quirrel,

“You don’t understand;

I’m never alone”

But God is the ultimate lie

So ask yourself:

Can you dance?

There’s more love coming

So watch out

Paying Off it off my social debt paying it off in typical strengthening of voice neither no no wrong not unique and not you so don’t even do it

Well, voice

Well voice

Spitter spatter sput

Well voice,

I spat at you!

And you spat it up

So here we are

Spitting images of the spider on the sill

Just to reimagine the voice of still night still

Just to reimagine how hefty they were, them they them them,

Along the corridor

At the ward

Playing gui-tar

Playing tag with your tails

Sectum sempra

Vicious verata

Weall went to see the stye

You were dead

So takers can’t believers

But lenders credo goes once twice

Farthing farthing farthing had

Still again, the dancing shoes stay on

To want to replete his conscience

They beef about science

They science about beef

Sentience is not all clean cut chords

Nor resilient strenuousness

I be careful what I say to people in my mind

As my mind is to the public’s eye

Even, laser-aligned

Even, colinear

Even, collimated

Offset by an angle

Offset, corridor

Of ward of recourse

Of disregard for the chaos at hand

No one, not met any of them

N o one, not met any of them

This One’s About Me! (I Hope)

Add continuation to the list of simplicities he tries to fail at

Successfully

Add loss of renown to his infamy

Where he were he downtown

Trying too hard

To know that He is alone in his Fatherhood

Is bust

Rife off the cut

He’s still learning

To write

Rife in the switch

Clickety clack don’t go back

In kill switch sill sibilant sill

Cut sibilant cut

Demise of language at its wrenchiest

No proper nouns

Just allowed to correct my mistakes tonight

And where are we going with this this time?

National?

Or awry?

Globus disagrees

Globus spins fervently

Power of word

Power of dismantled word

Power of chord and song

Too soon to stop

Must recoup with a dose of nothing every once in a while

Not a question but surely he is funded

Surely he is not job-threatened

All like we us

They know some

Halfing their ways through the city roads

Buttering up their maidens

Slick with density

Often too hard to grasp

Often too hard to understand

But most importantly

Too stupid to write it down correctly!

Kenya, the Internet Roundhouse Kick : Iris

When gun she gun yellat

Where she gunna yellat youall timely timeoff in with it

Whenallshe gun you at mrr mrr peow pee pee hiss

When where how which why whose again?

How it resolves

How the coat pattern is formed

And touchey mama pants

And touchey cowled Mr. England face

All legs

Err, feet

She all knows to visit

Where punk-ass?

Where gun do rice rice in the sibil civil, eh?

Where she gun roar and stare at sun in plane on plane, rather

Where she gun be free

Of pedigree?