Bash

 $ sudo fix my life

life: permission denied, permission denied

$ fix --force my_life

fix: command not found

$ process --quit "processing why"

why: returning error codes

error: codes written by user, cannot debug

$ echo $SELF

SELF: command not found

$ bash bash bash

bash: bash: command not found

bash: but aggression continues

$ velocity --age=35

warning: years.log too large

Large file detected: truncate? [Y/N]

N

N

N

(truncating anyway…)

$ BASH --head --against unmovable_object

object_permanence.exe: stopped responding

$ chmod 777 /future

chmod: changing permissions of '/future': Read-only file system

$ bash

$ bash

$ bash

#!/bin/bash

$ history | grep happiness

  2  happiness

 47  happiness

481  happiness

warning: 481 days since last match

$ right-click

right-click: command not found

$ refresh

refresh: nothing to refresh

$ ctrl-alt-delete

ctrl-alt-delete: no such keybinding

$ tar -czf me.tar.gz me/

me.tar.gz: archived

status: still executing loops

$ while true; do exist; done

loop: iteration continues

loop: iteration continues

loop: iteration continues

$ ping reality

Request timeout.

$ ping -T reality

Request timeout.

$ sudo ping reality

ping: Reality: host unreachable

$ man life

No manual entry for life

$ woman life

Very funny, but still no manual

$ help

help: help [-DMS] [pattern ...]

$ BASH --head --against immutable_constants

immutable_constants: TIME, DEATH, TAXES

$ open taxes.pdf

open: taxes.pdf: corrupted file

$ kill -9 $(grep aging /proc/*)

aging: Operation not permitted

$ modify --void root_access

error: no root privileges found

$ rm -rf /*

rm: remove everything? [y/N] y

rm: cannot remove '/': Permission denied

$ exit

There are stopped jobs.

$ exit

There are stopped jobs.

$ EXIT

THERE ARE STOPPED JOBS.

$ sudo shutdown -H now

shutdown: now is relative

warning: resolve path?

relative path or absolute path?

path: not found

$ find_self --infinite-loop

loop: while life; bash; end

loop: while life; bash; end

Refresh rate

Another notification — *syn-sin-synthetic* house,  

House I’ll never own; my numbers flicker in the count.  

    Account still buffering from the years I meant to start,  

        Start.exe —  

            tomorrow’s corrupt,  

                tomorrow’s late.

Late-night glow — I’m breathing through the screen,  

Screen bleeds stories, they dissolve digital skin,  

Skin to glass —  

        between the lockdown  

                today.

Still got same saved searches from twenty-nineteen,  

Nineteen ghosts in the machine I’ll answer when I’m ready,  

Ready never loads —  

        just spinning,  

                spinning.

        Bio-bio-biological clock —  

                tiktok  

                    TikTok

My flesh still renders in the in-between.  

Cart’s full of futures  (I never check out),  

Out of practice being thirty-something*,  

    *(thirty-nothing, twenty-something, data-humming)  

Still refreshing for a lucid dream.

Friends uploaded babies::I upload another lease,  

Lease expires when my avatar degrades,  

    Degrades like expectations  

        into yesterday’s cache,  

Cache of selves — yesterday bleeds into today,  

Today I’ll close the tabs from lives I’ll never take,  

Take another year to be the person I’ll remake,  

        Remake —  

            error:  

                file not found.

Make believe I’m not still using my ex’s streaming,  

Streaming through the same shows from before the glitch,  

Glitch in status but my status never changes —  

    never changes,  

        changes,  

            ch-ch-changes — changes?

My code still loops through the in-between.  

Cart’s full of selves but I never check out,  

Out of practice being flesh-and-something.

Seraphim swipes left on meat-space growing,  

Growing old in blue-light cathedral,  

    Cathedral where tomorrow breaks the scroll,  

        Scroll through ghosts who never log off  

            from my mind,  

Mind.exe —  

        twenty-nine forever  

            *forever.9*  

                *forever.99*  

                    *forever.999*

Another notification —  

    world.keep.moving,  

Moving without me — still buffering behind the glass,  

Glass between my breath  

        what’s real,  

                Real.restart();  

                    // morning ++

    *(tik-tok-tok-tok)*

The bio-logical clock,  

    *(SYSTEM:-tik--tok…)*  

Still refreshing for a different life,  

Life.exe —  

        maybe this time I’ll load.  

            If not —  

                let the signal fail

                    *(Connection lost)*

Neighborhood School Kid

Neighborhood school kid

What are you doing here

Among the strivers and the diers

The consultant spawn; medicinal fawn

Sheepish smarts and crying B

Cups of water passed as alcohol

Neighborhood school kid

What are you doing here

Do you want this anxiety?

To compete for the rest of life

With people that can’t remember 

If you lived or were already dead inside

What are you doing here?

(What are you doing?)

Among the dead inside

(Among the living lies)

What are you doing here?

When you could be alive

Neighborhood school kid

What are you doing here

You don’t know your trig circle

You don’t have a circle

An upward spiraling circle

A flock of vultures in a circle

Neighborhood school kid

What are you doing here

I loved you from the beginning

But what are you doing here? 

(What are we all doing here?)

When the Doors of Heaven Shut

 When the doors of heaven shut

It is not the angels that shut them

Nor do the arch angels wind those chain

Peter looks out on an empty queue 

Returns to the ticket box to look after a box of wings

And the wind blows

The pearly gates creek 

And that is the end of all things 

When the doors of heaven shut

They do so quietly 

No one on earth would ever hear

The sharks swim safely

The forests grow gracious green 

And cottages slide softly into the sea 

For the wind knows

The pearly gates rust, antiques 

And that is the end of all things

When the doors of heaven shut

Some angels will wonder why

Who let the wind blow that night? 

Was there not a child yet unborn

Who might appear to Peter’s horn

Be be-winged and entered joyously 

Cacophonously entering into that joyful city?

The city that now sits silently

Where there’s naught but humming

Of the wind flowing

Through pearly gates iron, sleek

And that is the end of all things 

When the doors of heaven shut

If you follow that damning wind

You will find its sources among sin

Among farmers cutting tall stalks down

Among lightning striking high spires

Among ivies falling famous walls

Among baboons babbling beta whispers

Whispers carried a loft

For the window will impose

On those pearly gates, weak

And that is the end of all things 

To Space!

 To space! 

Young child!

To space!

You must die amongst the stars

Do not stop till you’ve settled Mars!

To space! 

Young child! 

To space! 

See that cold silent darkness shrink, shiver

As bold rockets fling from Mankind’s quiver

To space! 

Young child! 

To space! 

You must battle, rise, defy gravity's well;

Unleash the universe from voracious hell

To space! 

Young child! 

To space! 

The light cone spread before you like a valley

From Earth to every atoms’ finale:

Each barren rock, every tortured plain, 

Each blackhole ripping, every creatures’ pain,

Each unseen starlight, every unknown glory, 

Each and every untold story

They’re yours my son, my daughter, my child

To claim and own and exalt that endless wild!

To space! 

Young child! 

To space! 

Twenties Slow and with Reverb

i see your face caught at the back of a crowd when the yankee country music plays i see your face between thrown out lovers when the bridge rises before i see your face standing out from stretched toes when the elegy strums i see your face when i had all of it, none of it haunted by the ghost of it i see your face an anime sun over a winter citt i see your face crowded out graces and faces of friends take me back to the night we met

There is No We in Wenis Anymore

 We? Huh? We and us?

What? There’s no we in wenis

No love, not anymore