Like the mycelium contaminated the bodies, and now through this
Nervous system activates the stimuli to get out in the deep intestines
Reinforced concrete in the undergrowth of the window displays pleasantly strolling along
to lose. Driven by need and satisfaction.
In the clean, air-conditioned air, your thoughts rush through euphorically
the undergrowth of limited possibilities. The objects of desire
appear like hypnagogic hallucinations.
In the far distance the excited chatter of the machine elves, eager to hear
the sweet energy: Hours of senseless self-realization in exchange
against transmogrified good.
Finally a clearing. A glimpse of the firmament, also here
the LED stars shine in the marble sky. Water gushes gently into the
Spawning pools of lust, they soothe the burgeoning
Paranoia, the mental rigidity. Ice cold manipulator.
The exhilaration is slowly fading, cutting in the synthetic light
the sharp contours of the AutoCad Egesta deep in the mind. the
omnipresent surveillance revealed, electric eyes dissimulated
in architecture, patrolling humanoid predators with
their plastic bats and Gymfit muscle proteins. Poisoned security.
Trapped in the roots of illusions.
Escape results in return.
Text: Miro Aron