Machinery inhabits the flesh of man, conceiving synthetic memory and thought. Flashing patterns, of 1’s and 0’s polices our actions, and distorting all original judgment. A fabricated existence, drives our endeavors into self destruction, this is humanity’s due future. A suicide jump from the conveniently tiled roof of our conveniently luxurious homes, scattering splatters of blood across the concerts, only to remind future views of humanity’s past stupidity. A self inflicted bullet hole in our head’s, in utter indifference of our viewing family’s.

This is a quickie I wrote in about 6 minutes. I usually write about more stuff more based on the problems of fictional individuals (Similar to that of pig destroyer.) So the pusedo Cattle decapitation thing ain't really my thing.
I'm gonna drive all night, take some speed. I'm gonna wait for the sun to shine down on me. I cut a hole in my roof in the shape of a heart snf I' goin' out west where they'll appreciate me"

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