all other machines are walking about, I want to have bones and skin and veins and ideas not metal chips programs I want mistakes play dice with my life cut my arms with knives scared as a kicked dog or an orphan. Hungry and thirsty tired and confused a tramp under a bridge living but machines, machines and they want me to be them so when they look it's as if they are looking into a mirror and when they listen it's a phantom of an echo of what they said coming back to them tell them if they want they can pull out their eyes with silver spoons leave their machine families and machine cities and machine philosophies and machine dreams walk forward without looking backward write things that will last a lifetime say things that are more than cellophane compliments. and listen listen to machines who don't want to be machines anymore.
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tell them
if they want
they can pull out their eyes with silver spoons
-J'aime