If you can’t beat the machine, you integrate it

If you can’t beat the machine, you integrate it. Who’s artificial now? No this is not a door, this is a passageway. Truce of the century.

Where’s the description for this “thing”, I need someone to explain it for me in baby language, please. That defeats the purpose, no? Maybe, but the public needs it.

Rose petals. Gold plates. Broken fragments. Tick tock.

Here comes the machine again, with its endless interpretations of what I know by heart. That’s what you thought I meant? think again. Reset your processors and wash them out, dip your wires into the ocean, then maybe you’ll get it.

A staircase, a stairway to freedom. Locks you up and crops out the whole sky into a tiny peephole. Get me out.

Don’t swing both of your arms in the same direction when you walk! Or coming down the stairs.. and I haven’t stopped doing it since.

Disperse my pearls like Martha did You’ve ruined it now, they’re everywhere

Hackables Stay far off me Good try though Permission, denied Wear it all the time, seriously?

Is forgetting my mask worse than accidentally forgetting to drop it?

The wolf in question Or the masque, comme ci, comme ça

Cheaper options Fake designers Clear sunglasses And blind signers

Toy is me Toy is you Toys are us

No You’re wrong I understood it better I am the best art piece decoder

Your screaming heart just woke me up, your deepest scars just patched me up. *

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