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the void and the feed
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“always see the fool in you—
and when you do,
don’t think yourself wise
for recognizing it.”
― the void and the feed
and when you do,
don’t think yourself wise
for recognizing it.”
― the void and the feed
“yes, i know your loneliness—
the kind that hums in the pause
between a message sent at ten
and read at seven.”
― the void and the feed
the kind that hums in the pause
between a message sent at ten
and read at seven.”
― the void and the feed
“i indulge in many drugs,
seeking that high—
but the feed is the ultimate sky.
nothing beats the rush of dopamine,
mindlessly scrolling through the screen.”
― the void and the feed
seeking that high—
but the feed is the ultimate sky.
nothing beats the rush of dopamine,
mindlessly scrolling through the screen.”
― the void and the feed
“bonding over trauma,
passing wounds
like cigarettes —
a cursed baton
in this fucked-up relay.”
― the void and the feed
passing wounds
like cigarettes —
a cursed baton
in this fucked-up relay.”
― the void and the feed
“loneliness
is a lazy cat.
it sits heavy
on your chest,
purring
like it owns you.”
― the void and the feed
is a lazy cat.
it sits heavy
on your chest,
purring
like it owns you.”
― the void and the feed
“they all manipulate.
the better the woman,
the smoother her game —
a gift bestowed
on their kind
by the gods.”
― the void and the feed
the better the woman,
the smoother her game —
a gift bestowed
on their kind
by the gods.”
― the void and the feed
“the quick to sin
are quicker to forgive —
not because
they’re saints,
but because
they carry baggage
bigger than yours.”
― the void and the feed
are quicker to forgive —
not because
they’re saints,
but because
they carry baggage
bigger than yours.”
― the void and the feed
“she is not your rose
to be plucked,
set in a vase,
then forgotten.
her petals don’t exist
to be bruised
beneath your careless fingers.”
― the void and the feed
to be plucked,
set in a vase,
then forgotten.
her petals don’t exist
to be bruised
beneath your careless fingers.”
― the void and the feed
