(He invites the storm.
He lives by instinct,
With fears that are not fears,
But prickles of ecstacy.)
This code is cracked!
I don't expect
Whatever I spat out to stick
Awash in the signs,
Sick from the lack.
Spliced in,
Spliced in
Second-hand words and screen for skin.
Forcing out sounds,
Facing outside
Again.
Reified and refined,
Blurring every line.
Just want a way not to be what gets sold to me.
FF=66 explains you're sick.
Spins on the axis od promise
And lick lack luck
Reveals all tricks.
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