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Existential Reflections on a Fragmented Reality

A World in Disarray
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One take, no replay.

This world runs like a bugged dream on loop,

frames stuttering, dancers fading mid-gesture,

gravity forgetting what it promised yesterday.

The Nature of Impactful Expressions
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I don’t drop rhymes.

I drop events.

Singularities disguised as syllables,

horizons folding inward when the verb collapses.

Spacetime spins on cracked K7s,

tapes chewed by history,

divisions bleeding through magnetic dust.

The Subtle Arrival of Truth
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Pirates knew this first.

World-breakers after.

Truth doesn’t shout.

It arrives in waves,

low frequency, bone-deep,

wired into the calcium archives

of dead satellites still whispering coordinates

to nowhere.

The Inevitability of Decay and Loss
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No brakes.

Only momentum mistaken for fate.

Only echoes learning to imitate meaning

inside a widening void.

Systemic Collapse and Loss of Data
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Words degrade into glitch-errors,

syntax trembling like a city during a silent update.

The matrix didn’t crash.

It just stopped pretending there was a backup.

No save.

No trace.

Escaping Temporal Bonds
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Detachment from Temporal Constraints

If this falls,

I was already elsewhere,

drifting between addressable moments,

unindexed by time.

The Illusion of Future Hope
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Tomorrow's False Hope

I don’t think about tomorrow.

Tomorrow has no insight.

It borrows light from a star that already burned out

and calls that hope.

Cognition Based on Lingering Impressions
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Perceiving Through Remnants

I think in afterimages.

In the residue left when belief evaporates.

In systems that keep running long after purpose

has quietly exited the room.

The Gradual Dissipation of the Future
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The Leaking Future

The future isn’t coming.

It’s leaking.

Slowly.

Through hairline fractures in language,

through questions we keep asking

even after the answers dissolved.

Sustaining Unresolved Ideas
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Embracing the Unfinished

I remain here,

not to arrive,

not to conclude,

but to orbit the unfinished thought,

letting it mutate,

letting it refuse closure,

for years,

for decades,

until thinking itself forgets

why it ever wanted an end.



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