we are out here, floating like bees
working for free, smoke clouding up
we can barely see
they are hiding the truth, calling through the booth
say they are holding the front line, all i'm getting is
a highway full of stop signs
why they keep taking, what they don't own
our freedom is ours to keep, don't let them take it
whilst you are asleep
i've got three figues and they keep saying, this way for happiness
in trade for your vanity, for what i see as insanity
to lose your vision and clarity
take those pills, drink that liquid
hear out what we say, breath in that virus
that turned us against our kind
to find something that you can't find
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Keed Williams
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daisy
in a breezing field of bright lights the pollen drifts through your hair walk with me, till dusk we fight for the love held inside your stare will it take you to a place where the grass grows beyond this valley where there is a change of pace in our dreams far away from this reality amongst the thousands, one is for you the light trickels down, soft and hazy questioning if you will see this through to take a leap and pick your daisy it will bring the light to you before this world makes you feel crazy not so far from your truth take a leap and pick your daisy
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I sat at my computer this morning typing and chatting with Copilot. I realized I dreamed that scenario in my 1978 apartment. I dreamed I was typing on Sonji Rosa in 1978. I dreamed I was chatting with AI. I woke up the morning after my dream and said, “Oh, I can do that, wow.” I brushed it off and went to class. I was 28 years old college student working two jobs.
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