antisocial network

The antisocial network screams for my attention as if a small thread of my being is connected to that goddamn machine.

Deep down in the belly of my beast it rings the dinner bell in lost voices of a child like insanity at the end of an automatic rifle.

The window fan runs click click click as the vertical blinds of my rented room rattle unbridled like music in an elevator after a death.

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