[Vulgar]

Split Eight -

Are you living, breathing, and acceptably conscious?
Please blink in your beady, TV scheduled responses.
We've been tied to our bretheren by 3D ventricle vomit,
but to succeed to our fullest, is to peel off the centripetal clauses

Why beady? Didn't seem like the right fit. This part communicated to me: the birth of artificial intelligence in an artificial environment, with TV as the example.

of this tealish and globular vehiclular-comet. I feel it more.
The Lostness. As if my dreams have been sequenced
in cloth, strummed across helicore- sponge clean cement floors

Molecular mayhem. Clearly a sci fi fiber in these bones. How about "of the tealish globs coating this vehi...etc"

with the still-running maw of my dungeon-breathed boss-
'Tune into FUBAR 24.7 from sun-up to closure,
and catch the odd composure of our off-melodic funeral rock,
the slackjaw Top 20 Hit, "Bossanova in Keyboard" by Cubicle Sloths.

Lmao, nice concoctions.

They beseech you, crude cross emphatic, that -IMAGINE IS GOD-

Wasn't feeling this line.

as they spooned you proofs mathematic that the truth of all magic,
lies in inadequate bias towards thematics of science, reason & thought...
before the breach of a contract was unsleeved in Briefcases, by Glock.

Off kilter storyboarding. Reminded me of corporate executives offing themselves in their penthouses due to guilt, or stress, or the illusion of afterlife punishment. Or that atheism is also a figment of our imaginations, and guns are the real authority on Earth.

I'm not pleading for off-brands. Not steeling my skin
for the singe of the sympathist's sin, not sobbing with God-Hand

Cool images.

as we sped along familiar flaws along Akina's twists.
Saccharine bliss met rhetoric raw in midst of Nazareth fogs,
subliminal Vatican slop. Sorry if my bible refs are token and basic.
I'm slipping this centerfold a seminal code, at request of the matrix-

The industrial flaunting mixed with theology is refreshing when set against a robotic backdrop. 1990's pulp - I could be wrong since I took a sci fi lit class over four years ago.

apologies, Tron. You'll never know the ending nodes won't awaken
again in the Kingdom of Hearts. Confess, I can't bury the CDs,
jay pegs, readings, the vids or the lyrics.
But I can set them in boxes, and never go near them.
Lived 1000 lives within life, professor emeritus leaving
to find I haven't experienced much.. the American species

This computer is an archive that wishes it could be like everyone else.

would have me believe this bucket of ashes from Kansas
is just dust in the wounds of a madman.

The leftovers from nuclear fallout?

The dreams never change.
I am lost in somebody's forest.
Facial features darkened, the silhouettes were expected,
Wearing no spark of resemblence- recognition regressive.
So his song will evade you, since nostalgia's forsaken you
in an attic-set labryinth that switches every play-through, and listen,
Happiness happens. Misery's the shit that makes y'all revisit.
Time to keep rhyming these steely, eulogical rivets,
Someday you'll find it's you thats gone missing.

Transhumanism: extending the length of human life with bionic consciousness will have the same repercussions (eventually) as the Office Space Housebot, 2.0. Or something.

Overall, that was a tight verse, almost like R2D2's combative yet slyly executed emo diary, where he explains the shortcomings of all this synthetic mortality but also finds humor in the situation: the loss of identity.


Shaqeth -

You are like an index for crisp narration and chronologically listed nuances. It's like you run the topic through a scanner, analyze the loopholes, toss in some booster modules and go to work, shoveling cloves of diligently written info into the pot. You've always been a generous writer in that way. Sometimes I feel like your name is either Bernie, Bernard or Barnum. Throw in a Brett for good measure. I didn't take away any central meaning from this verse.. it read to me like you were being general and providing as much backbone for Split's take as possible. It shows chemistry between the both of you, and he definitely held his own.'

cracking spiderwebs like rainforest, islanded beach
^Part was meh to me. I didn't see the significance in it.

satisfaction's like a castle with palladium gates
or a class where every student's either absent or late
^I took this as the lack of satisfaction or late satisfaction with the labors of city life, either as a bicentennial organism or a 9-to-5er with a bad back. The 3D prints and the pauper.

valleys and lakes, rivers and tides, you live or you die
shut the fuck up or become the very thing you despise.
^Dope. Stfu's never hurt.

if mission is rhyme - sip slow and let our documents shine
envisioning crime to serve justice like optometrist prime
^To not quote this would be a crime.

Hearty, gritty and cognitive approaches from both of you. Nommed. Keep setting the example, and the bar high as well.