when I was certain my curiosity replete,

what of tomorrow when questions rise with the sun

Can I ever be so sure, 

An identity inherited 

Refabricated with false-hands imperious.

Geometry has rhythm and typifies the mechanical, but combined with elements organic, it’s a thought experiment on the marriage between machine and nature.

ODIOUSNESS ALL TOO OFTEN SILHOUETTES OUR PAST WITH FAITHFUL PROVENANCE

THE ORIGIN OF FORREST GUMP’S NAME

“Aren’t you glad you found Christ?”

To walk through darkness with our cross. Where lies mock truth. Where flattery of success suffocates the intimate call of honesty.

IMPATIENCE EPITOMIZES ANTI-SOCIAL SYMPATHIES

When your machine fails just grease the cogs with snake oil

Still wonder what I’d be if the masters never brought their master to me

I didn’t understand at the time that it was our version of the Trojan horse trick

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