Quote Amnesia Mr. Funny Finger

 

Mr. Amnesia internet –
my fingers pressed against
your complex keyboard.

Diencephalon
swallows the engine black world.
Bulk Franken
quotes Mr. Therapist nudnik.
Children stalk dilemma –
transgenders desire persuasion.

Enjoy rigor mortis.
The icons impulse,
the episode prophets Incest,
Lilly itchy is morbidly funny
when she’s not trying.

The morning egret –
dilatory waits for death –

Butcher us, the homage debut fatal.

 

 

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19 thoughts on “Quote Amnesia Mr. Funny Finger

    1. What the dictionary online can do, is open up billions of information, streams of words created by an A.I. Only we can make sure that using and creating words can help us as a human race understand what and where we are as beings and souls.

  1. Charlie, I googled you today
    4 words came up:
    “HIM IN HIS FREEDOM”
    that seems about right
    a conductor of words
    with respect for everyone
    I’ve noticed that you ignore
    the evolutionary thing perfectly
    just stay out of trees
    and avoid tight slacks

    1. Coincidence googled you too Michael.
      It came up with 3 words:
      “FREEDOM IN HIM”
      That seems solid
      a creative wordsmith
      with such artistic talents.
      I too, have noticed
      you avoid cryptic branches amazingly.
      so, you stay away from….
      and ignore….

  2. Technology is great, but when does all this excess and overload turn into chaos? Reading your poem, I was reminded of just how much technology consumes our daily life nowadays. I’m guilty of it, you’re guilty of it, we’re all guilty of it to a certain extent. I feel that this work raises the question: What do we do in this age of technological excess? It’s madness, spiraling out of control. Your words, at least to me, address this issue. Then again, my interpretation could be way off base from your original vision. :p Either way, another terrific work, my friend. You’re on a roll! 😀

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