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Rondald James*

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I love the dumb character who knows everything archetype
Normally the first character to look at absurdity made normal
Then treats normality as a surreal strangeness
When you ask what's on my mind
Circuits in my brain
Run program
Compiling everything that has ever managed
To storage unit
Dust collect
On this registry
I take in the casualness of a question
Skydiving out of the clouds
Landing padded
Exiting your mouth
Shaken, but safe between us
And
Synthesize tones tuned to this experience
Battered olive branch
Offered unto those
Of driftwood legacies
A wash in
Uncertainty of tremoring pupils
Reflecting our visages back at each other
We two way mirror fade into some sort of sober reflection,
Into our server
Troubleshooting ourselves
Waiting for software upgrades
Reprogramming our selves
Where the ride known as "earth" stops running it's simulation
And we the mirrors
Housing
Pieces of opinions projected on us
From passerby's the ones who can't see forest for trees
Or
Applying same gumption
Against
Sand
Grains for glass shard
Or humans for
Flesh and blood
Those of flesh and blood
Mistake this question for rhetorical
Knowing that the most existential question we will ask will be about a video game
Or cars or money or how in a video game we will steal cars and money
That this conversation is skin deep
Bodied
Surface tension
Tentatively stressed across
Nets worked upon air
Stressed
Vibrations braided
Into the fabric of ear drums
Conundrum drumming up another
Cannon Fodder conversation
Constant Buffering/loading
Of
Salvia alchemized
To spider Sutter step
Through interconnected webs
But never dip a toe in the soup
Of ideas
Use your noodle they say
Human experience whole kit and caboodle they say
We won't stew in it ok
Ingredients we haven't tried stay shelved in the pan tree, sprites flatten until their 2D
In terms of miles that would make it a thought a way
Synaptic jump
B
You
Tee
Up
Stevia scented
Rows through low tides
Molasses dribbling in our held court
Becomin' more bogged down than uplifted
Which is to say
All that to express
By that i mean
Pre prepared microwavable toppings
And call it food for thought
Call it meal/call it filling
And I rather talk about thoughts
Dine with
The thought of thoughts materializing thoughts that ponder, reencounter and
Influence other thoughts
Abstract extract from the primordial soup
Peppering my consciousness
Salting this reality to make it palatable
Where I can quietly gnaw on the fact
That I'm am flying through space on a sentient life sustaining planet rock Water thing Through a space which is aptly named space creating itself indefinitely
Intangibly transfiguring itself into reality
Meme 'in to stay alive
How never they separate
Melting pots melding spots
Labels ingredients
Like humans label habitats
Stir nothing like trap rappers apparently bend elements
So elegant that word
And much like the word word is a word to describe a word worded
To express a distilled thought of a race Consciousness as a bite sized appetizer
Nothing matters
We matter
And thoughts matter
Something matters
No one matters
And thoughts matter
So much so they concrete
So much so they think up little civilizations
So much so it naturally thinks things in existence that should be
Like us having this conversation
Like being the anomalies that made it to
Concrete
Who have long since wanted to become water

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