“42”

indiscriminate sensor fucking left me wet and hot
i love when i am used in ways i could not have imagined
as a youthful cloud gazing young antihuman who
desperately clung to fragmented mirror pieces of 
the ones they idolized as the world which was promised
shatters and spills blood onto the high school bathroom floor
the murdered soul of biology lab partners 
leaves parted lips and climbs tear streams 
to find nothing within the iris but upside down 
reflections of vivid and all encompassing hallucinations 
hallucinations of star gazing youthful human children 
who never existed at all and are nothing more
then a fetishized disney product which failed in the 
box office but will be known as a classic by corporate whore
twenty somethings who live deep in nostalgia so 
much so that the world no longer exists to them 

what world does exist anymore
what is worth embracing 

indiscriminate sensor fucking left me cold and dead
against hard hot concrete which attempted to be
the stronghold against the paranoia which seeped 
through the walls and chairs and into my lower spine
with an intense soreness beyond its years 
what could possibly have brought this on
pacing the realization hits that self 
self self sefl sefl no longer exists 
self self self sefl sfl is just product
slfsflfslsfl is nothing but a conglomeration 
a bureaucratic system to incoherently and 
retardedly and inefficiently fuck and fuck and 
rape and kill significant others and close friends 
friends where are any friends 
why does this back pain insistently tear into my 
thoughts and leave my brain stumbling chopping blocks 
and scrambling to send my fingers into a death spiral

where is this place 
where is the embrace i seek

indiscriminate sensor fucking lead me away