I don’t care if they work

After, Post-After, After-Post
AI, Nay-AI

The Wild Circus, medium
intelligence pacifying music

Rimbaudian poetry steeped
In intolerance towards intolerance
Pay the man
get the 15f necklace

Names of value, zones of de-crises
AI-collective producing bangers
That the Tesla robot riding
Crypto horses is gonna blast
In its brain.

“This’ my mother’s house!”
Tapping on the shoulder,
About to leave but never leaving,
Protesting reality,
“I don’t like this DJ trend,
Everybody’s stuck in their own individualities,
Starting from the DJs”.