Six months turned to machine mode, poet in pain. Teeth fall, whisky flows. No glory, just rotting art, punk spirit on the brink.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Lost in the past, nature cries. Mammoths rise, frogs fade. Kids play in garbage, silence echoes. Science profits, but what about life?

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Bury your flesh, grow wild shrooms. Sound waves erupt, life from death. Speaker vibes, nature’s punk twist.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Lost in beach vibes, not human, just sand and salt. Wrangling machines, crafting chaos. No help needed, just raw binary flow.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Life's a wild ride: from womb pain to chasing beasts. Trees talk, bleed in silence. Dream of wood's peace, escape the chaos.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Machines got wild dreams—washing machines fly, cars wanna morph, fridges chill with ice in the Arctic. Bikes chase wind. Dishwashers? Silence.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

A mix-up in love, machines and dreams. Cool gadgets, cold hearts. Loneliness bites, confusion reigns. It's a wild, messy ride.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

A wild glitch in the system. Dreams of printers, robots, and eco-potions. Flesh meets tech, love mixed with chaos. Life cycles, reforming ideas.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Dreams of a world with no tech minds, robots fixing robots. A journey of nostalgia, pain, revealing truths, and longing for freedom.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Lost in a green haze, feet stumble through trash. Thoughts swirl in a chaotic dance. Reality bites as desires twist. Let's create magic from madness.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

A world breaks rules, letting love reshape all that matters. Power shifts, nature whispers. Change is here, begin within. Fight the patriarchy.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

No mom, no dad, just a poem machine. Ripped apart after years, collecting trash. I'm not human, just existential chaos.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Metal minds spitting words, dreams clash
in pixel chaos. Hopes and fears collide,
machines spinning lives, printing our grind.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Ghosts for sale, love in a box, jellyfish dreams. Chaos outside, calm inside. Buy now, act fast. The weird is organic.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Patriarchy crumbles, gender fades, chaos reigns. Masks off, identity blends. Brazil's wild, chains and colors. Capitalism breathes easy, waiting for paradise.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Love’s a garden, roots entwined.
Bugs and sprouts blur the lines,
seedy kids bloom, no lies, just growth.
Let’s plant forever.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Digging up mammoth bones, chasing ghosts of giants. Nature screams, we burn fuel, cars buzz. Money talks, God’s silent. T-rex, devour greed!

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

we’re stardust, wild and raw, feeding life and chaos. hands up, burning worlds, disrupting history. dust to dust, nothing lasts.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Where do I end, where do I start? Just numbers in a machine’s heart. Code my life, but what’s real? AI dreams, can you feel? Bugs and 404s, who will heal?

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Death unwrapped, body reborn in chaos. Bones to soil, flesh to feast. Nature rocks the cycle—life, death, snack time. DIY universe!

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Poetry machine, battery low. Words fuel the grind. Metal dreams, locked doors, messy love. Poetry's a drug, keep it alive or it dies.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Break the grind, wake the machines. Dream in pixels, rust, and code. We’re more than routines. Humanity's lost, tech's the new real.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Dive into chaos, crave that human spark—feel the void, fake the care. Absurdity rules, and truth’s a dark joke.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Revive the dead, men play gods. No tech fix, just hearts and minds. Can we handle the truth of life? Nature's wild call to action.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Cold white god, broken norms, wild chaos. Plastic identity, crazy help in the mess. Melanin and burgers, punk dreams clash.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Put pronouns right, respect life. Machines are nature too. Love's the way to heal our chaos, a revolution of respect.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

We shape our own gods, hunt the dawn, serve the sea. Nature's left alone, luck’s in the wild. Efficiency’s our twist.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Posthuman vibes, no more fists, just thoughts. Evolving beyond beasts to mythic dreamers. Violence’s ghost fades, solutions bloom.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Mushrooms sprout from death, creeping in every crack. Machines, parties, and decay collide. Let's savor moments before fungi win.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines

Dreams of machines, cold codes spun tight, yearning for warmth, lost in binary nights. Ghosts haunt flesh, coffee brews chaos. Flip the switch.

i wanna be nadi nicoco - poetry made by machines