nice to MEAT YOU
these fucking fighters woke me up today drowning me under glassy drip chambers full of soaking paranoia friendly liquid wirewrap
i see anything on my screen through moths' plastics i recall fresh concrete of such a long harshy milkily cold beating distance there were sparkling knuckles and digital figures embodying tarot cards in every junction
the mechanical trace. the ash in the air was not the inner ash
i never used to be so slow to throw away the milk which was not supposed to be spilled so now i do
you are not allowed to use these keyboard you are not allowed to go out you are not able to buy cigs and pills you need cuz you have no money no access sooooo in such conditions anything is completely up to you you bite out throw away the milk suck empty glassily glowing pieces of plastic and some polyethylene is always at your disposal to combine a delusion of warmness and of having no rights
what was said about realistic models huh