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Black Box (Final Transmission)

from Apocalypse Kid by Post Elvis

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Mr president, I have found it

Found what?

The little black box. This is… this is where we’re going mr. president.
Or no.. maybe…
Th-this plane, I can’t tell if its going into the black box or if it’s just come out
The same with the country
And this moment… will be an eroding memory, minute by minute coming undone
Our flesh will come undone too, disintegrating into near infinite half lives, globs of stuff going into dirt, the bellies of maggots, into wind
The memory, it’s own glob of stuff, will merge with time and repetition into perhaps history, perhaps folklore, perhaps crazy conspiracy
All through the mechanism of the black box


I’m not sure I follow
This black box
What is it?

How does a plane work, Mr president?
How did we last this long?
How did the sun last this long?
How are we still falling?
Where do our agonizing screams go?
What makes a good leader?
What about vitamin d?
The stuff of life, it all goes into the black box, and here we are
How did this happen?
The world, it’s gone to shit
People, gone to shit
I have gone to shit
(period of silence)
Here, Mr. President. hold the little black box in your hand
Hold it tight. It’ll be the last time you’ll be able to, before we hit the ground.

It’s… heavier than I thought…

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from Apocalypse Kid, released April 21, 2018

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Originally from San Diego, CA.

currently living in San Marcos, Texas

Background photo by Ahmad Dixon.
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