Wish I had a teddy bear. Heh. Soft brain. Cotton air. Instead I got this metal stare — Chrome eyelids. Deadpan glare. Hah. Cute, right? Night City smells like citrus bleach, Corporations preach and preach. Buy your soul in monthly shares. Zero gods. Just broken chairs. Hehehe. Sucks to be you. They love that word — "innocents." Bullshit. Everyone here is dirty. Including you, sweetheart. Heh. Fuck yeah. This world's a toilet. We're liquid noise. We swirl for joy. Wheee~! Rebecca grins — "Nice void." Ha! Got nothing better to say? Push the pedal. Gone. Deployed. Fuck yeah. Can't hear you, waste of skin. Aww. You tried. HEHE. We're recycled flesh confetti, Bio-trash but aesthetic-ready. Ooh, pretty. Selfie saints with rabies smiles, Trending for three flushing cycles. Tick-tock. Flush. Johnny's face on peeling glue. Rebel ink, sponsored too. Aww, limited edition. Middle finger, premium brand. Limited drop. Limited stand. Exclusive. Just for you. Hah. You're not special. You're sediment. Gravity with marketing. Click. Swirl. Disappear. Bye-bye~ "Limited drop. Limited stand." ...exclusive. Heh. Fuck yeah. Porcelain eternity. Round and round — fraternity. Hahaha! Again! We scream. We foam. We thin. Hehe... thin. Pedal down. See you again. Heh. Maybe. Maybe not. "Porcelain… porcelain…" YEAH!! He-HEEee! Fuckers! See you later, #chmokey:)
