me while im working

bitter sweet, sometimes burning my tongue-cheek stunning hyperdrive, locomotive, stunning thats me, locked in, ready to go:

im speeding. its turning, foaming cooking. sometimes boiling. yes chef, they call me. thats me de cuisine. mhm. uh!

whats it look like? am i painting? brushing? constructing or sculpting?

im clicking, typing, im shipping. pipelines, see-I. UI and API. mission control, i'm commanding.

Automate the words but not language i turn rocks turn into thought, he is no stranger just me and this machine. its the beast. and i tame it.

tasks? nope. this is labour and i am hercules. serberus? that's my cyber, spine & cerebellum.

dont stress, the demand is there. from where? thats upstairs. Mr Numbers, Mr Turnovers: "KPI! Gemini!"

$HeLL. but no ghost. yet chromatic. whats the reflection? CI. build time. sparks, caused by static. its dyadic. velvet eyes. glowing cries

skull made-of-gallium. companion. its it and i versum them. they're dead. not like that, more literally. more cold. more machine. but i know them.

i've grown. out matured-it. that is why. studious, patient and contemptuous. i await, for the moment, silent, little maybe even, dubiously delighted.

BAM! SHAZAM. BOOM BOOM POW! KAWOW. LAMP, CLAMP! then Frown.

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