I'm seeing the same people,
In different bodies,
All over again.
Are they in disguise?
Or is it just a uniform?
I know them as they speak,
And it's the same involvement,
All over again.
They seem unaware,
That they can't fool me,
Even with their foreign face and name,
It's déjà vu,
All over again.
What to do?
What to do,
If some day I see a clone of you?
I've seen myself replicated...
No, perhaps it was a ghost,
I can never know because of the delusion,
Waxing and waning,
My head all over...
Not again?!
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once i met a psychiatrist and she asked me to draw a human. and the human had no face, as the soccer players in super international star soccer in super nintendo. she told me i was antisocial. then, video games in 90`s are too
we are lo-fi
animated statues every corner. and, surprisingly, you can`t pull their strings. they think alone, and most of time, they don`t think about you. it`s why you`re invisible already. out of orbit. out of mind
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