Where the hell are you?
I'm looking for my open brain.
Have you found yours?
I want to fill it up with ALL
the useful information in the universe.
Did you know that words are partial?
Our minds conceive of MEANING
and THEN we invent words to
access the meaning,
express the meaning,
convey the meaning.
But the conveyance is never 100%.
It's like you order a dishwasher and
there are some screws missing.
You can order a spouse and have some screws missing.
You, or them, or both. Or parts broken.
Don't call the store.
We are accessible to one another partially,
because our thumbs are opposable.
The opposability is not for holding a smart phone.
Thumbs are for holding a reliable tree branch.
We did not come down from the trees in order to walk
with our assholes pointing downward.
We came up out of the ocean
so we could watch reality television,
or ride a horse, or fight evil,
inside our electrohyperfantasmic goggles.
Breast implants foreshadowed mind implants.
Someone on the street has a pill that gives you
super powers in the future now being wondered.
Where the fuck are you?
Are you accessible?
Do you know me?
-- John A. Medeiros August 2018
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