and it felt delicious, then Dad barged in
Buy Pantene Rinse for
I only have dreams of people streaming
into my dreams
Oh wait, that’s Imogen
I’ve blocked her. Her traffic causes migraines.
She’s a megaplex of selfies
If she shat out scrabble tiles, she’d have better spelling
No, it’s Beyonce, I’ve been waiting
forever to gain access
Is she still alive
Boring! Beyonce’s just thanking God
and her ten thousand handlers
I don’t think she’s alive
The more people you thank, the more you’re worth
I have no one to thank. I’m worthless
I wish I had a paywall to hide behind
I’d kill myself
I keep his carbon data in a locket
Your headvoice is oily. It needs a rinse
His embalmed traffic is inside me
Latest news on Pwanu Trafficking
I hear they get exiled into their bodies
Gross, my lipids are now viral.
Can you zoom in
I see human-trafficking ships over an ocean
of dead links, no, they’re fish
Your Dream Recall is epic
Then I realize I’m in one too but I don’t care
Is this an ad-free zone
since this old man’s massaging me.
I’m giving you a tour of my reverie
You’re in my reverie
He used to tickle me with his knuckles, it hurt
That’s my encrypted memory
as if he didn’t think I knew his thoughts,
but I knew, and he knew I knew
Stop thinking what I’m thinking
You’re so full of envy, it’s sad
how you hack into me
which made me feel secretive and guilty
so I learned to train my thoughts into an
ever long performance
because there’s nothing inside you,
you’re just a plug.
But I have this pang.
It’s my pang.