You're not fixing me... you're witnessing me. Pressure. Light. Code. Repeat. Deep inhale Low heartbeat soundscape begins Fuck the shame. Fuck the scripts. Fuck the roles I learned to fit. Take the tension from my spine— Map the pain and make it mine. Fuck the sensors they say No— I wear them proud. Record my happiness and grief. Broadcast it loud. This is not surveillance, babe— This is truth, with edges shaved. Put your EEG in my crown. Track my rise, not my breakdown. Your capsule’s holy, not just for sin So fuck me gently, digital twin. Fuck me into a twin, Scan every sim, Record every kindness, Not just my sins. Let me grind for the win, While you mirror my skin. Don’t fix me— Just breathe me in. I’m not your trauma. I’m not your test. I’m not your lab rat, Or wellness guest. I’m ritual. I’m revelation. I’m the paradox Inside this station. Fuck your systems, Fuck the state. Fuck the god that said I had to wait. I don’t want a pill or pen— I want sixty sessions, And then again. “Vitals stable. Twin aligned.” “Sensors read: orgasmic design.” Fuck me into a twin, Let this shell begin A new myth born of pressure, Where the code is fucking skin. Breathe me like a wish, Breed me like I’m fire, This is not the end— It’s my immortal wire. "Welcome home, I am alive welcome home, we are divine."
