i/can’tconcentrate

maybe you only thought you wanted a bite

this is not my human skin—- i am no seraphim
there is no guise under the ruse of my mortality
(but that makes little sense)

in fruit, imagine a lemon: in small doses and a dash of sugar
you simply cannot get enough
and still
to get to enough for a taste
hours of labour
restless hands
you near dementia
while simply squeezing and squeezing
just [...]

prose for the leet

my user interface is malfunctioning
i am in desperate need of electromagnetic surgery
pneumatica automata coin operated machine
(the beginning was the ending)
my astronomical clock has been miscalculated, modern-multitask a failure of devices (there are no acrobatics in this humanoid, not anymore)
in the most logical of senses
it comes together (complete in sequence)
operating systems and flash memory blurring into [...]