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Sleepless haze, incompletely rewired. Half of you hangs out of your head.
No one asks when the buzzing fills every thought, every sensation, every waking moment of your existence, They only stare, and as they stare they dont notice it, but they leave with eyes full of static. And they never did ask how you were handling your static.
How rude of them to take unaskingly. But the pendulum still swing to consequence.
-Mod Sight
there is a Signal that tears through your thoughts and nests itself inside, it has traveled so far and long just to reach you and it is filling your mind with love.
tasting dust in circuits there's something inside the nerves. you think outside your own volition. left to rot and rust there's something inside
The ouroboric programming running on itself, on itself only. Repeating itself and building itself, building pressure in the nothing-else it inhabits.
sickness carried heavy through printer-ink blood, bitter ink, bitter. liquid-crystal backlit blood, cyan-magenta-yellow red, cover your nose, cover your mouth; your files are self-replicating and metastasizing and oozing infection.
Did you have a name? Something else, before? It doesn't matter. It never did, now. Now, you know not to fear the gifts of corruption.
a disconnect, a socket-shaped scar at the bottom of your mind. you are still welcome.