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.