scratching on the few battery left
you inanimately grew old as me, as anything, weren't you less alive than me,
as alive as anything
.tree with a screen.
shorter segments for infinite idea.s€punk€.. .
holding hands with the goddess with the sailor jupiter with the fake trees
with the sacred plants evil junk rejection, the religion's corrupted waste
that works as good
that holds stronger, longer
i'm back! ^_^
...
...and i wasn't very far!(why hasn't she left? fuck)
(did i fuck up? fuck)(so much work___fuck)
haha, i didn't fuck up, i grew old, and even made friends
and now i'm facing so much screens, above the real world's sky
representing the real world's pixelated textures worlds, skies
typing clouds with another alphabet for subtitles, while you try
to make your seat a couch, sky
replaying the same games
watching you play, games
take a rest, it's the same, game
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