STEPPING OUT OF TRON

Stepping out of Tron
Posted on October 20, 2014 by KatYa


I lost my world in a mirror.

The mirror tricked me. 

I thought I was 3D.

I was 3D, until my mirror tricked me. 

Now I’m two dimensions. 

Eye candy. 

Background noise.

Someone taught me how to be one-mindful. 

Now I am single-purposed. 

One-dimensional. 

My blade just lost an edge.

They figured out a way 

to grind me up so fine, into

a pointilistic portrait. 

My EP is an LP. 

I’m seen in single vision. 

I got a one track mind.

As i got stirred into the kettle hot water, 

with powdered cream and splenda, 

I guess I missed the point.

Still would I find my way through them, 

though the passage was not easy. 

Pontificating in the joint.

I reconfigured myself then, 

like stepping out of Tron. 

Back into the world of phenomena.

Now I am
(something like)
a phenomenon.

if K ruled the world

No one would be expected to smile or greet you, though they could if they wanted.
No dogs just cats.
Yes to miniature tigers and teradactyls.
You work at what you choose, and you may sleep when done working and work when done sleeping.
No more cell phones just walkie talkies. 

No mayonnaise. 

No social media, in fact, advertising and marketing are banned and punishable by tickle torture.
No more pavement and the animals live freely among us. 

No sentient being owns any other living thing.
You can still own property.
No currency just barter.
You can still fight wars if you want, but no draft and don’t involve anyone whose peaceable-like. 

Punishable by hippie farm segregation.

Sorry but no more cars or planes. 

Let the birds do the flying and everyone gets a bicycle on their 5th birthday. And a bell.
You can live in a house but you won’t need one. 

You can fall in love but that’s your business.
No weddings, and funerals are called commencements, and celebrated madly.
Only assholes and bitches get disappeared. 

This includes wannabe dictators, sociopaths, and tattoo artists who decide to deliberately ignore your design and permanently mark you up with their sad art.
Creative types get to create whatever they like wherever they wish, so long as its divinely inspired and not hurtful, just helpful.
If you like my world, please follow my website @ katyamills.com and buy my books on Amazon.
And feel free to write me in for mayor of Toronto, to replace the crackhead whose got the malignancy in his belly. May he get well soon.

tween age emoticon

tween age emoticon
 by Katya Mills

Ima tween age
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Wearing hand me up
celeron
On my wristwatch laptop
son

Gotta date to comic
con
With my teenage
chaperone
Eating grandmas
toblerone

ima tween age
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slush rush
succubus

dreamin x game
junkie