.I feel so invaded, too many complications,
bound by my frustrations, I can't decide which way I'm going.
Exterminate the mould that's cut for us by the government,
procrastinate the bodiless exultation of cyberspace,
tortured tones arise perpetual eyes.
comfort
irate
iconoclasm .
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