Revenge of the fern - Themselves

Revenge of the fern…

Flint to the stone tool to the wheel to the lever to the inclined plane

Click o.

k

It’s hurting your babies

Fused complete compliance the capital circuit disease…

Who is it…

A simple question assumes the bounty and temptation of bait…

Does this hurt

Screeches the chattering churn of Persephone’s fate

Determining machine.

as its humongous simple scrapes

At large wowing chronological mommies prize

And pain mates with heavy heaving monstrosity

A streamlined sky-stealing monstrosity

Charged nectars of steel flow 'til babies interlocked with babies

Such harmony… pointed cold touching harmony of mechanism

Mechanism beats massaging the air and walls between it shudder and split

Things are getting big and louder, drowning out fainter

Out an after glow of pale travesty becomes us…

A wish to be part of gears… made of parts…

Soaring through the clanging pattern of gears…

So precise and metal and meddle a working construct in destiny

The foreseeable right now… pushing for tangible… unhinged…

Pushing for fuel vital to bolts…

Our fuels mark a separation of water and sky…

Energy is both… fuel and separate existed until we… then its…

Maintained and updated a brilliant portrayal of likeness

In all the sure shock of good wiring

And bad example… crisp blue grey example

Sputters static the orderly structure of so solid

Choking and gasping with monotonous nauseating similarity… it depends

Hammered artificial by efficience as esoteric and obsolete

As the rickety behemoth it runs to keep ticking

Killer conventional kills house plants

Hurts ourselves with rough drafts for a 90's orbit and

Powers refinement… a killer’s refined…

Watch your hand, the motorized lifestyle likes to bite and grind

Aren’t we daring or dumb, dumb enough to plug in bread and water

Watch the young thing suck volts and chew snapping binary jaws

It hates our codes with technical difficulty

So what’s hunted used to flick the switch and now

The instruction manual is rusty and reads funny

Outdated seems to have exchanged in the function

Shutting valves, closer, fixing leaks closer repairing closer still

Creating robotic tears the tender tummy of human just

Pray it never mutilates the sensuous and perfect earthen vagina

We dug the iron from…

State of the art more like desire of the kings

And their smoldering less

Everything’s a tooth when flesh is moist flower petal soft

So soft all is lost in the swift inactionable gutting of discovery…

The things are getting smarter, we are getting closer

Are getting sharper, we’re there

Will we do nothing and have it no other way…

Science lives, skylines crushing our chest…

Someone stop the curbs from bleeding

Last monkey born out of captivity now dies…

An alarm does not go off and a moment is not spared…

Click return is hit… extinction…