[dead man]

a hundred soft, hazel static connections, like joules that gather intent

this was so fucking good to me

"never into hurting you; but that’s probably hurting you
want to hear you love me, but that’s my crawling incertitude
I’m sorry. you’ve heard it… too… many times
loose lips sink ships on the new delhi line"
excellent. sometimes i feel like everything ive done, ive done... too many times. usually it means we're on the precipice of a give. this flashed me into my overly rhetorical writing style, my aphorism and my doldrums alike. super sharp.

overly sensitive programming on this self aware android
therapists that call me the armchair nutcase
trying to turn back to bugged versions of his software update

clever. interesting rhymework as well here, for what it's worth


thanks, as always