| "pretend to be a faceless robot from 'Westworld' please it turnes me on when you pretend but such a moment is fleeting and brutal and the after effect is my squirming slimy paranoia writhing on the experiment table horror beside my distant numbness opening my eyelid then another in the fluttering of non-verbal secret codes my soul sending sparks my inaction out of duality perceived lust machine dissatisfies unwavering id hard to realize and hold on to because of the infinity barriers" does infinity have meaning if i slip past the concept of quantity? |