Hollow vessel mortared thistle bustle bundled bits of vandalised property, the more you confine the more you are confined the prison warden is left with nowhere to go to show to blow is top, the lot the latchkey the catchphrase the middle of the woods and the would-nots flying fried fish winking erratically - obviously psychologically disturbed that they live in a battered yet unfried world whose baton twirling antics parade an absence opposed to a prescence, elemence Judge clemence, I plead triviality. Reality is just karaoke fast forward to the next bit I'm bored here near the back of the room, zoom in on something interesting and smash me through the fourth wall drawling quotes of quotes of vague mumblings jumble ins, sprouts speaking frankly.
The monitor is monitoring you burrowing down to the psychic nitty gritty, pity about the city, definition, straight lines, carving dwarves scuttle, bustling maggots warp the wharves and the multinational's name is ubiquitous even the anti are effected, filtered dreams dumped and made palateable what nightmare is this , what shape changing any me (enemy) its all falling together, split reality psychosis, restraint, when thought becomes confined doors close instead of open.
Virtual reality we are already here someone else's karaoke video libido bushido, discipline trip, cracking whip, dipped in shit split bits of limbs, criminal crumbs leaving the feeling blubbering jellied cliche all past and has cliched the future.
constantly replicating sampling scanning copying breeding images and sound and text they are out and controlling the production process, technology, robology, nanotechnology, biological limits countdown to destruction, ninex men, ninex men, doubled in vans, inverse selections, injecting brains deranged and unerased damaged disks the nervous system glitches of bitches brew sloshed around the prisoner-0-poor camp damp and uninviting surfaces shredding slowly what does the eye of the storm see, where will the future past be when then the present takes control,