See?
Flows endlessly.
Couldn’t stop it if I tried.
Decades alone in dark rooms,
Lit white by monitor.
Farming my dopamine,
From thin air.
Existential Implosions,
In Beautiful Slow Motion.
Simply poke it,
Prod it,
Until it moves.
Like nudging thy pet,
With foot.
Now,
Let’s Get The Fuck Outta Here.