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gazing at a silver screen, I not...
what am I waiting for?
wait, wait, loading instruction.
drowned in CPU resolution,
by this unique light of data drone! in this machinery's lore,
I'm constantly seeking pixel-rendered answers.
powerful imagery and numbers A.I.
man, you really are the master,
masturbate, on/off this creation of yours...
that's right outside you ain't you porno-induced zombie!
my conscience (and delete it for good)
it never me anyway; it's a critical error.
is it? a discreet anomalism...
and I'm distracted, from this not so obvious purpose that I'm trying to (in vain).
disturbed, yet it's just a coffee spot, on the table.
one of many, and and maybe the only fragment of I had in weeks.
I can't tell, count I remember now;
this substance must be by oral means.