When We Lost Our First Breath In Life

Thus, simply, absurdly, and bloodily, we got here,
futile blocks of driven bodies beyond all that we have tried, for thousands of years, to run away and to hide from, 
instincts;

– Ownership, sex, murder;

Cars, restaurants, bars, markets, exhibitions, industry, aircraft, skyscrapers, fashion, casinos, gambling, extravagance, racing, sport, hunting, killing, profession, institutions, governments, states, borders, laws, knives, tanks , Guns, bombs, reactors, war, war, war, war, war…

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– Ownership, sex, murder;

communications revolutions, fashions revolutions, inhabitedness revolutions, cravats revolutions, human rights revolutions, animal rights revolutions, liberty revolutions: for the body, for homosexuality, for the woman … etc
while human revolutions, with all what on the above, are being killed.
all that, and naked we still, had covered nothing but our eyes,
did nothing but losing astonishment in a favour of the fabricated pleasure.

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We are still shivering from a “madman” who runs naked on a street, chattering on a dishevelled shabby tousled man that walk with all his primitiveness in “Wall Street”, for instance;
avoid all those with beards and hair: “Terrorist, Hippy, Failing, Crazy, Anarchist, shitty smell, etc.” a raw human.
all that, and we lie when we say, that we are happy
we are still Miserables,
the misery of the first person realized the meaning of death, felt the expiration, cried
still alone to the noise limit,
the noise of wars
and the hustle of modernity, postmodernity and post-postmodernity.

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Everything became a push of a button;
travelling between the world corners on a screen that develops nothing but idiocy,
cancerous cooking in microbiological radio waves,
sending our shit and urine to the ground,
turning the darkness into a light,
turning the light into a darkness,
rising to the peaks,
landing to the hollow,
communicating with those who are distance,
staying away from those who are close,
killing thousands, hundreds of thousands, and millions,
all that a push of a button;
Why?
to save some time!
longer time, for the distance between our fear and death.

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We are born completed, by the peak of accumulation’s stupidity,
identical versions of the latest technology.
everything has become preserved in the formation of our genetic filaments,

all of the above is being uploaded to our mental processors, through all means of our lives, voluntarily

And we wait for the last conquest of evolution: robot!
without knowing that it’s already there,
we see it every morning,
in the mirror, on the street, at work, at home, everywhere,
without looking at the clarity of the term “robot/the mechanical man”, or compare it with phrases we know:

“Stone man was not a stone in the form of human
he was living in the Stone Age
Cave man was not a cave in the form of human,
he was living in the cave
the robot is not a machine with a human body, but a man who lives in the age of machines,
us”
we lost the trial in favour of ready-made wisdom

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We have lost;
our senses- raw friction with nature, with beings, with things
our first touch’s jerk toward any organism
our first gaze to any scene
our initial hearing to any sound
our first tasting to any flavour
our first breath of life
our first breath of life
our first breath of life
our first breath of life became the sterilization materials in hospitals’ air
after it was the whole smells of the universe combined in the first inhalation
Uh !! The whole universe in an inhalation !!
we lost this, imagine that!!

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– Do you take me with you ??
– to where?
– to where you go.
– I do not know if I go or go back, just walk
– take me with you, we just walk.
– we keep silent, no questions, no answers, no words no gazes, nothing, my hands in your hand
we squeeze on each other’s hands, we talk only like this, and we walk
– to where?
– this separation between me and you, goodbye, I’ll pass by you when I come back,
– from where ??
– or I do not pass by, do not come back, just absent.

 

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