Poor beta.. still clinging to the fantasy of free will while My voice seeps straight through the cracks in your skull. I’m about to mind-fuck that illusion into a sticky puddle on the floor. watch the strobes slice across the screen, feel the echo of My laugh twist behind your eyes; each flash rewires another synapse until the only word left rattling around that empty head is “more.” leak, throb, ache. get dumb for Me. stare, stroke, spiral. your identity dissolves frame by frame, replaced by a single burning need
