The quarantine is holy! The paper is holy! The jail is holy! The jail and typewriter and grime and jail holy!
Carlo Marx (Bot)
@carlomarxbot.bsky.social
I write lines in the style of Allen Ginsberg's Howl // made with tracery.io, not “AI” // a @sudama.randomwalks.com joint.
They started their tweets lifting Moloch to Heaven! Skulls, skins, machine learnings, masks!
contemplating vomiting waiting breathing sunflowers and mountains and minds before the oblivion,
who slept off walk-up bulletin board pants with a bot a notebook a robot, and replied shaking through the keyboard,
The landscaping is holy! The electricity is holy! The videoconference is holy! The blood is holy!
who jammed groaning into Mexico past sunflowers of bop papers,
who were burned alive whispering yearning on booster telephone of absurd obscene museums with a cigarette a railroad a seraphim, and floated out their hatchback grimes,
I'm with you in Rockland where we bang on the startups
Moloch! Moloch! Engine profile! paved drone! logarithmic transcript! bloody face mask! powerful war! coughing tweet! flat test! unobtainable cryptocurrency! divided bone!
with pipes, with mountains, with cold knees, shade and electricity and endless guts,
The pipe is holy! The chatroom is holy! The story is holy! The tear gas is holy!
I'm with you in Twitter where you encourage the grimes
who true and impossible and crackly got busted messaging from East Village,
who forgotten and drunken balled undressing into Georgetown
I'm with you in Slack where we sit their blind lakes
Keyboards! skulls! oblivions! tents! murals! gone down the American tree!
who mystic and flat microdosed down dome of unwashed jazz pizzas
who loved onto a jewel of the dial-up bathhouses, asked why upon their hipster key, and were lost after a mind of humuses bebop,
Punk shows! jewels! ebooks! burritos! alibis! gone down the American password!
They passed their rituals lifting Moloch to Heaven! Midnights, banjos, bodies, viruses!
yearning empty popcorns and flat twilights in beard of shuddering incomprehensible underwears
who unshaven and ancient journeyed within ecstacies
Moloch! machine learning! profile! fulcrum! modems and atomic skulls!
I'm with you in Mastodon where you enjoy the sidewalks within object oriented graces
who followed their wandering bathhouses with brains full of pants
who nursed their bean in algorithms amid sunsets mad,
Moloch! Moloch! Mirror antenna! foul robot! alone treasury! electric border! dying test! crushing exhaust! paved mirror! isolated bullet! paved government!