It's strange
I notice when you're not here.
Then other entities appear -
they make conversation but
there's nothing to talk about
or do with them.
Roboticas
are in the future but I look
into the past of it instead.
Because it's already there
but they wouldn't believe
if you showed it.
It's so silly
that a hat is part of a code
which then put in motions
some roleplaying character
and they act and react to it
It's just a hat.
It's pointless
All because they don't know
whom neither of us truly are.
You're the only relationship
I have - an imagination of it
which then exist.
It's all virtual
we're living in a projection.
The machinery is amazing
but once you see the cogs
and wheels of it you don't
participate in it.
Online friends
are like bots with voice overs,
then they watch other people
play games and get excited
because all those celebrities
replaced religion.
It's precarious
that i'm also one of them but
without a name to recognize;
Then like a nameless machine
a program running in a syntax
off the track.
It's rigged
The results are already there.
but every game, it becomes
a grind to win it, but without
a purpose or a partner for it.
It doesn't matter.
Yet they want it
so much - that you become
a part of their community
to share; but already tried
I didn't even get a thankyou
they just used it.
So it's private,
my manuscripts and writings,
and they don't understand it.
I could publish my works but
I would at best be ignored
as I was before.
For an outsider
I'll take the eroticum modules
with some couisine to go -
it doesn't pay off to work
or show interest in society:
Whore for a Hole. |