No Rewinds, No Reset

Sunday, February 23, 2025

Welcome to the Machine

Person of Interest.
Scripted before you spoke,
tracked before you moved.
Every choice—predicted, pre-owned,
every thought—harvested, quantified.
You cry every time,
but the machine doesn’t care.

The Core

A bitter soul spiraling—no resets, no retries.
Betrayal stains the script:
a coat, a brother, a father’s sin.
Legacy’s written, replayed, unchangeable.

The Shift

Ditch the arm, wield the mouth.
Talk your way to wins when the field’s off-limits.
Score’s kept in moments, not money—
trading feasts for margins, spiritual economics.

Tech’s Grip

Blockchain shocks like shellfire, rhythms locking you in.
Data mines explode, scripts override your mind,
slipping past control.
Time machines, iPads, mainframes—
layering over “just before,”
a lost edge haunting the now.

The Edit

Sanitize the ugly, autocomplete the gaps.
Bend your soul to the algorithm’s tune,
shape it for cash.
Combine the mess, remaster it slick—
but the payout’s a ghost.

Bottom Line

No escaping the clock or the code.
You’re editing, remixing, performing—
still keeping score in a game with no end.