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letra de 827 916 - mitteraz

the clock struck 8:27 pm
and it’s odd, to be honest, cause i’d not checked since it last said
9:16 am, is this a dream again
with 11 hours 11 minutes in between them

very strange coincidence, i think i need to blink a bit
these redder eye sockets wet desert dry optics quick
8’s 2 to the power of 3, 27’s 3 to the 3rd power
9’s 3 to the power of 2, and 16’s 2 to the 4th power

these old dirty factors have gotta shower, louder how my mind varies
1111 is also sixteen sub 1 in binary
wood never get board as a two by four
they eight to see my jank here, raising stakes for your plank stares

i’m riffin’ when blitzing through said integers swiftly
um, your numbers up, i’m bluntly lifted as apothecaries
just gone fishing, what you herring
sustenance i’m dishing, that’s verified and un-erring

listenin’ at a distance with this bluetooth pairing
i deem ’em green around the gills, sea in the waves i’m sharing
tared all the scales, palms are clammy, full of pearls
indeed on songs, i’m neon, for eons we on ripcurls

is probabilistic existence just a duplicitous mystery?
riffin’ ballistic english linguistics that pasta sauce, no linguine
my hobby was to memorize and body all the tracks that i’m bopping
eminem and nas had then an atheist perceive the godly

recited tracks verbatim as a primary source of entertainment
never-boring emporiums, poring over them til 4 am
still, last year i wrote my first song, and now my piano’s grand
maybe it would earn acceptance, but at best it’s just subjective, d-mn

first, our worth’s subverted from birth until the earth ends
ai making films next, ads laughing at passed turing tests
de-realization, disillusionment and disguised threats
it’s still a tune, wrote by machines, and these fiends are sure you’ll like it

so what’s an intellect, they’ll say don’t trust the internet
but sci-hub’s articles and heart of gold supply us charged smarticles
bored of 1984, it’s slightly off to me
free speech is rarely seen… stuck deep beneath this false sense of security

proprietary tech can’t force respect, if it etches laws we’re lost
their incompetence caused a panic, now we’re trapped in crimes of thought
of course i’d hack a telescreen that won’t turn off, heck
now it’s hosting wikipedia and the gutenberg project
kiwix could serve you, got your irritable tiramisu
rotted nation abominations, these tunes are universu
to be lit with pixels is sufficient to nix these quotes
by a techno-phobic clone of myself, who will not atone

he’ll stay home, lay low, and never touches telephones
government’s watchin’, he’d say, twitching on excess testosterone
knowing nothing of encryption, pgp, nor vpns
he wouldn’t fear torment so much if he knew about an onion

i glee with interests, pulling up reverse dns checks
freeing all the protocols, i’m reflexively blessed with hypertext
“technology can’t be known”, he’ll groan and bemoan vexed
but the basis is paranoia! goodness gracious my pace is paranormal

if your hypotheses are true, would you finally get a clue
we can each learn and improve, i hope this isn’t news to you
it’s my disposition to be all too necessary
cause i don’t wish for festering cesspits like you do

you see, i’m a cute soul, just made some ramen noodles
huddled in my blankets, pondering how we’re one, like uno
a whole team that’s fluent wouldn’t be so brave or ruthless
i laugh at silly gooses and keep it a buck like the loon is

verbal mists emit, those assured concur with this
non-creatives crave your makes to finance their stakes
i want you to own your own ip, that’s why i’m sharing for free
from adolescence, there was no preparing economies for me
see, we each make an imprint, but i’m a based cursive wordsmith
stronger when i feel weak while greener grass feeds softer sheep
blurt this heat: otherworldly recurring words heard with urgency
while you’re concerned with my success i rest, but only half asleep

- mitteraz

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