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