kev1n

i'm going to go freeform. considering my current vices are teasing my lady over the phone, the matrix, and resident evil, you'll notice overtones. and probably my cyberpunk style addiction.

memory core. i'm trapped inside this hollow memory core. the i/o nodes locked. i can't get out, and no one can release me. release me. release me. the wall is broken down. why can't i get out? i'll tell you why. because this wasteland...this unholy wasteland of circuitry and flesh...it's corroded the soul. all that is human. it's digial. and i'm trapped behind it. every day i fall victim to the need for digital control. information isn't a blessing. it's a virus. kill. eat. exploit the weak. the week. i feel like i'm lost inside my own random access memory, without the proper permissions. there's another user inside my head. and she has admin access. i'm just a subroutine. i'm just the programmer that's making this machine do what the admin wants. granted, the admin wants what the subroutine needs. still. control.
i've no control.
i'm just riding down these rails of fiber optic hate, hoping that my next stop isn't reformatting.
sometimes i want to hold her.
forever.
sometimes i want to crucify her.
but i always love her. my admin.
her wish. my ://command.
-k