What will happen if I can't come back?. What if I should fall between the cracks?. Will I go back and forth down on-line?. Wherever, it's a question of time.
On this train. Will it always rain?. Try to analyze. This led venture. Songless sky, digital bug-eye. Octogonal seams so much clearer. Indiscrete, status incomplete.
I know, I know, from the assembly line. I know, I know, the three laws of my. type. . I was not made to smile. I was not built to lie. I ask my positron self.
Zoning in a hall of glass. plasma flowing from a cask. piercing overtones. mainline into my back pack. . it's full of clouds in my house. . a grey hive, humming white souls.