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Ready for the fight of approval,

to be the doggy who’s up to date

Ready to act beyond reason

Whoever may cast the rod, I will take the bait to feed my inner void

These parts became my jail

I don’t remember the days beneath a sky

Drowned in white noise all fragments are alike in their lack of true substance

They are the inane means under their maker’s thumb

Any meaning is gone, devoured by a principle, bound to circumstance

Every circumstance is unique

Different situations need different solutionst

which contradict themselves

The janus-faced maxime

designed to market commonalities of interest

among preferable beings without specific traits

The economic concept can’t replace an action ethics

an arbitrary personhood is just contradictious

I won’t be someone to trust

You embrace patterns, we frame the white noise

I’m living in-between patterns of heteronomy

so you always get the best of me, any self you may desire

Living a lie, living like a better me, sans flaws

You always get the best of me, you always get the best of my art