Dope.A Poem by AsanteSnack for thought. Peace, beloveds.blue thumbs and red hearts and nothing more and more of nothing. this is what excites me. this is what i've bubble- wrapped in definition. this is who tomorrow warned me of: the fractured sense of shelter in a cellular device, winding holes with the wiring of human artifice, with the whitening of teeth, with the lie of knowing You through digital dial tone. there's art in soullessness: warhol was a war parade and bowie was a life and death, both, knotted in a bow. do drugs due for cocaine kick the habit skin the habitat backstroke swim backward to the shore back into her arms knowing she is heartless. dopamine.
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