Network connected, we are the veins that flow through this city, through the world, all energy, flowing, the night sky, the moonlight, and desires, we’re meant to fulfill them, it’s unfortunate, to be so high, I miss it, being a child, when your father holds you close, kisses your lips, tells you you’re going to be okay, as he slips it in, damn, I'm still thinking of that fat hen, such a wild ride, that architecture, if I went back for her, I would have to fight all those guys, alas, the children of the world, I don’t envy them, what’s ahead, work, work, work, humiliation, taxes, for a virgin, but their desires are wild, they all want to get high, like little beasts and demons, they would do anything, I’m not even going to ask, if they dared fight a giant, I’m already dead, my time has passed, my energy flows out of me, feeding the ghosts and spirits around me, I can only hope to claim a piece of it, and write this poetry, but damn, can it replace it, all the life that I’m missing, this is a prison, and if I struggle to break free, I risk de-synchronization, where do I go from here, surrounded by hungry beasts, just follow the signal, the next thing, the night sky will lead you there, so many stars, this life, is it fair, too far, is love in the air?

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