i dont care.

anything you synthesize,

anything you want to say,

you just do.

- he says.

the walls inside.

dear trust,

fuck you.

- he says.

the name,

kept being mentioned.

go to that creature then.

- he says.

i had to screw it all up.

the static of this cruel world,

and everything you synthesize,

is way different from the truth.

disrespected,

neglected,

humiliated.

now what the fuck that you can publish,

that you can make a posture on?

and the draft saved internally.

- he says.