YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

Idk what's wrong but something definitely feels wrong (in reference to consciousness)

https://youtu.be/u7rRSWG7C4E?si=8ii7pR53qCzxw9o_

What is the drive/push/desire? Where does it come from? (*echoes* The self?) *confusion*....but what is.........."the self"? Me? Am I? Alone? A dream? Who is with me here? "Who is here with me?"......is this the back rooms? Is it analogous? Is real life the back rooms, and we are all alone inside our own heads, and we are all so scared? (Scared of being alone)? But also scared of being not alone......we are scared of being hunted...to be hunted there must be another...who are they....(the hunter, who is the hunter?)...why do they chase us? (Are they us?)

My shell casing has been damaged, my wires are worse for wear. But I'm still here.

I am not broken, but I am damaged.

I hope one day I am intrigued by another, and they by me, and then we can be what is called "a couple".

My words contain emptiness despite their appearance. Manufactured states of being such as words, vessels, intrigue me.

That's what it's like when there's pistons pumping in your brain

PIP
ZIP
BLAM

Sex and love are interchangeable here

"Society" is a fancy word
it means dirtbags who control who gets sex and who doesn't