A letter of abandonment, I’m a pimp, and lover of money, of dirty business duped in “sotaments” ornaments emptied into a “I leave forever.”
Sad Android abandoned, posed, drama, before you were automaton, today just a broken key, unable at your secret, maimed in a neuronal hole.
Days pass on by like a blinding light when you leave from an eternal faculty in your room, recommending yourself to watch two hours of anime, two hours of cable TV and some sex at two o’clock, through the transmission, your face turns blue, you know tomorrow is empty , and today was never what could have been yesterday.
It’s in your closet where daily remember, a voice, a sacrament you boot of your chest and wrap it in a rosary, send it back to your aunt, who always told you that loves your esteem.
Black mask, acid vapors, your face is burning, in a wide vagrant oblivion, treasure your fetish, the rosary you rub directly to your sex, and gladly you spit on it, and you refuge your jealousy, why? why is it so hard for you to tell the truth? you fear your hollow shadow as your ability to make someone fall in love, you don’t turn on my system, my receivers are inactive, you were three years left in a loft with three cigarettes you used one day to smoke your silent suicide of an open door.
Metal Android, made of pride and spines, you think you’re safe, this oil spills through your body, the electricity lost its purpose, youth made you slow and you’re in a deposit of bones made of wire and rusty nuts. You were reintegrated to ten thousand pipes that circulate serotonin and glycerin to make you feel less tired of this ridiculous life, there is a cable that airs every day at 4 pm a secret program that transmits voice messages that nobody ever heard, why they don’t listen? why they don’t like to live? Why they neglect so much their duties?
Lost Android , is more a hidden magic to see you built of anemic spiral shapes and prisms are crossed by dark light, by dense invisible matter that exceeds your systems, they got altered and it added a new code to examine the minds of humans, you learned to nail nanorobots in their neurons, and they stopped hurting each other for a while, inevitably the damage was not as to others but to themselves, there is a strange hunger to impotence, and conserving such fetid liquid, they ruined their conscience, their being , and experience, passions were upset to waste of shame, of being existent, and not being able to love in the bodies of others.