Got me some cryptomnesia, don't know what to do.
Not sure if I'm half the man that I used to be,
or an ad for a sidewalk pile of steaming poo.
So I kept moving forward to see what I'd see.
There is a lot of repackaging going on.
Neon lights seem to have a new glow in the night.
Billions and Billions served now reads billions more gone
through the double-crossed arches of collective flight.
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Are my memories my memories, or some tweet
I scrolled through the day before yesterday, liking,
re-posting as a concept I would gladly eat
for breakfast (break fast) crucifying the Kike King.
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These are end days of recycling the same old sh*t,
until the algorithms have had enough of it.
