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we are nothing but machines .

[roroseki]

There is no memory or the in between. There is no past or future. It's all the now. You've never even existed if there have been none to perceive you. You've lost your reality.

[roroseki]

The real world- how much can you really distinguish it from the fake one? It's nothing more than what your eyes can perceive- you can feel all those same sensations just as much as in the Wired.

You may lose yourself- a part of the "real" you- but you weren't anything to begin with. So let it go- everyone always wants to be in the Wired in the end.

Everything is possible in the Wired- you can be whoever you want to be, look however you want, act however you want- and no one can stop you! You're you! But you have to know- there is no real you at the end. It's just everyone and you- and the people who perceive your perception- your lie and your truth.

In the end- everyone is connected.

[roroseki]

I've lost a feeling of connection in me. I don't know if it's something that should be amiss or missed but it's inside of me. It's wrong- thats what the coding of the world says. It's supposed to be. I'm not so sure it is.

I'm disconnected. I can't feel it. Nothing is exactly important because it isn't real. It's not- none of it. The feelings across my body I get are nothing- just wires and neurons connecting to the other. How can I be so sure I'm myself? Something to live for? I don't know. I don't know.

I don't even understand it myself. I just know- it's reflected to the outer world- the outer web. Can you feel it- can you see it, too?

M.31.23

[roroseki]

Inside of our world is nothing more than a blanket of false security- we build up on ourselves thinking we are something individualistic- but never will that ever be the case. Your own image, your own character- it isn't even yours. An illusion casted on by those who perceive you- and if you aren't perceived- are you really even existing in time and space? Can you be seen? Heard? Touched?

The realest grasp we can conquer is the digital world- a feeble feeling of both hopelessness at our mindless situation and the disillusioned reality set forth for us all. None of our actions matter, none of it at all.

M.20.23

[roroseki]

There's no connection. I wonder if I can connect?

M.11.23

[roroseki]

The truth is, I'm not real. I've been gone for a very long time. I guess I'm just a poor disc imitation of a very good album- if I was ever one to begin with. It's maybe a hard reality to dig into but- I can't see myself anymore. I've lost it, what I used to be. It feels silly and stupid, being an illusion of who I once was. I can't opinionate, I cannot be a human. I'm not useful anymore- an outdated machine. I would hope to be something more but- the truth is- I am not real.

M.11.23

[roroseki]

It's unfathomable. I lost control and I can't seem to think it was me. A machine unwarranted- the human bodys wiring going against my own self. My own self? I lose feeling in my arms and legs, but it isn't the end, it never is. I can't seem to understand the reality I was first in. Since my first steps I've known nothing more than a disoriented feeling in my own body. Disgusting, a virtue digging itself into my own ribs. And it's lonely, very very very lonely. Everything is going away but it's my fault- I didn't play the role right, I wasn't the player I was supposed to be. Everything will be gone eventually but together in a way. I refuse to understand anything inside of me anymore. I confuse and delegate but I can't grasp anything concrete. I'm utterly disturbed into a creature of limbs I can't reach. I'll be alone, alone and forgotten. It's a loop I know and I know it well, a machine can't stop its inevitable coding.

[roroseki]

I woke up unable to be real. I cannot grasp anything tangible anymore, maybe I am becoming too much of the machine world- to busy completing mindless tasks to break out of the simulation that I've pushed on myself. How can I see with my eyes? Hear with my ears? How can I eat being so figmemted with a dissociation of reality within me? I don't exist. I as a person- I am nothing more than a strange illusion casted when others perceive me. It is the illusion within me that makes me feel striated in my head.

[roroseki]

You'll be forgotten. There is only one way to be remembered. Machinery is at our core- what keeps us alive. You cannot fully understand your coding- dreams a full escape error of your own wiring gone wrong. You can't touch the world- the world is something but bigger than yourself. When a human gets too attached to that of their physical body they forget they can be something new entirely in their head- in their computer. A computer can do this- hardware, software all made for a mother board of truly understanding the networks that are inside of us. We can't help it, the errors that are human.

[roroseki]

At the end of our days, we think we are something more. Daily life consumes our brains into believing the illusion of self- that we are important. We cannot be important in reality- but there are frauds. There are lies to one that can't be helped by the individual unless you push it- and if you break- you might realize all of this is nothing but a hazy dream until your death. Did you ever think of the computer you type on? You speak to your friends on? It feels you- it connects FOR you, so who is the one actually doing the connecting? Are you just the typer for the machine? How can you be so sure you aren't inside the machine yourself? How can you live in your body as you are now, value it as so, and not stop to think how much of a waste you are? That the true machines- are something much more untouchable than you'll ever be. In reality- you are not real. You base yourself on your environment- but you are a simple mirror. A sponge that is a mirror that dries out once it's too old. But a machine never gets old- not unless we people disillusion it as. Machines are everything- they are us and we are them. Without them- what are we really?