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Gazing at a silver screen, i wonder not...
What am i waiting for? streaming?
Wait, wait, loading binary instruction.
Drowned in surrounding cpu resolution,
Absorbed by this unique light of data drone! in this machinery's lore,
I'm constantly seeking some pixel-rendered answers.
Powerful imagery and sweet numbers a.i.
Yeah man, you really are the master,
Masturbate, on/off this pitiful creation of yours...
That's right outside you ain't shit you porno-induced zombie!
Shut my conscience (and delete it for good)
It never helped me anyway; it's a critical error.
What is it? a discreet anomalism...
And i'm distracted, from this not so obvious purpose that i'm trying to reach (in vain).
Disturbed, yet it's just a coffee spot, lyin' on the table.
One of many, and and maybe the only fragment of reality i had in weeks.
I can't tell, haven't count i remember now;
This substance must be injected by oral means.