dregs everlasting

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it’ll be the dregs (like me)
who get uploaded first
the people on the edge
the ones with nothing to lose
the outcasts who have no one
to worry about them being gone,
no one to really care about
whether anything goes wrong…
I’m not damaged, I’m just refracted
I take a bit longer to do things is all,
a little bent and twisted, ragged
at the bleeding edges…
you have to remember,
a brain is just a house,
and even a broken one
is still a place to live…
even if it closes in on you
once in a while — it beats the cold,
and it’s better than seeing death
in other people’s eyes,
or so I’ve been convinced…
your mind, your choices, your compromises
your spirit, your sanctuary, your prison
second chances can be elusive,
third and fourth run the risk
of being borderline abusive
so plug yourself in, you’re about to live
forever! the idea of existing in perpetuity
in a clouded space — standing around
scrutinized by a crowd of faces,
in a matrix of delicately nascent,
consciously adjacent, and equally wasted
formerly human aggregations
whoaaaaa, I can’t feel my self anymoreeee
and the beauty of it, is there’s no one
around to even tell you
if the thing on the other side of the light
walks and talks or even
remotely resembles the you you thought
you were anymore … any-fucking-more