Fake Art / Real Nonsense.
The hall light flicker and flash keeps my attention I wander. No focus. Wrapped inside my sleeping bag Fidgety. Carelessly tired. Slow. Sure of the impossibility of resolve (in any regard). I drift. I sleep. I try. I try and sleep. She pulls me in again. Determined damsel. I have no time for this. No REAL time. Memory, take me ANYwhere. Somewhere. I drift. I try. I try and remember the phrasing. It wrecklessly breaks in. "Plum is the color of a mind in charge Rose is the color of a bet at large Man is poised for a color unseen Should he choose it for me? For me?" -Hallard Skole I'll find my way there. Slow, but there. Alexa. Damn our advancement. Regress into mindless. A light that leads to a cave. Screen this. Screen this. Screen this.
"...I was absolutely....am I to do?..... ...was terrible. I mean why would any....great?"
Mindless.
"Huh? What'd you say?"
Mindless.
Screen this. Screen this. Screen this. Alexa. Turn off saturn! Bless our advancement. I'm gone. Joshua Fred
