Posthuman

she's got eyes like zapruder and a mouth like heroin she wants me to be perfect like kennedy this isn't god, this isn't god god is just a statistic, god is just a statistic say, "show me the dead stars, all of them sing." this is a riot religious and clean god is a number you cannot count to you are posthuman and hardwired she's pilgrim and pagan softworn and so-cial in all of her dreams she's a saint like jackie-o this isn't god, this isn't god god is just a statistic, god is just a statistic say, "show me the dead stars, all of them sing." this is a riot religious and clean coma white: "all that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold"