voyeurism
this casual sex of blinking cursor,
the zoom lens,
this constant contradiction of language being used to descend, back to days,
when, flesh and interaction could transcend
beyond the depths of,
beyond the bare bones,
of human behavior.
no one discusses frustration
bloating, fatter then the greedy belly of a glutton
full on ourselves
this, we created, to destroy
without any thought of rehabilitation.
this hidden idea of existence consisting of words
I can no longer understand the meaning of.
I've stopped writing for the sake of my sanity.
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