gazing at a silver screen, I wonder not...   what am I waiting for? streaming?   wait, wait, loading binary instruction.   drowned in surrounding CPU resolution,   absorbed by this unique light of data drone! in this machinery's lore,   I'm constantly seeking some pixel-rendered answers.   powerful imagery and sweet numbers A.I.   yeah man, you really are the master,   masturbate, on/off this pitiful creation of yours...   that's right outside you ain't shit you porno-induced zombie!   shut my conscience (and delete it for good)   it never helped me anyway; it's a critical error.   what is it? a discreet anomalism...   and I'm distracted, from this not so obvious purpose that I'm trying to reach (in vain).   disturbed, yet it's just a coffee spot, lyin' on the table.   one of many, and and maybe the only fragment of reality I had in weeks.   I can't tell, haven't count I remember now;   this substance must be injected by oral means.