aether1984 @ 2010-05-29T01: 59:00
my eyes.
Synthetic flavor. Plastic
my heart.
Dream.
dream of a synthetic flesh,
serial memories,
bioadrenalina.
"Your flesh is a relic, a mere container. Renounce your flesh and open eyes to a wonderful new world. It's an order. "
I'd like a nightclub without sound, only vibrations colored, with electrical signals and words, a hundred miles wide where not to hear.
What am I missing?
microchip emotional.
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