knup

 little fly upon the wall

aint you got no clothes at all?

aint you got no undershirty?

aint you got no pantyskirty?

ooh

aint you cold?

mirror accounts, check. the machine cannot handle brujeria, you can’t lie to a machine. as much as you cloak, the thought already changed and flew off. bot psychology is brilliant, engage, draw information, disguise it as other questions. yes and no does not exist in my mind. yes please, no thank you, do. 

the alternate space of social media has flatlined. accounts are clones or have gone back to pre phone application. i used to think i was one step ahead of everyone, now i know i’m coming up the rear. dog days are over. if i could take back all my bread crumbs would i or could i? 

jealousy has never been my problem, envy is a sin that i do not indulge, pedastals, pediatricians, pedestrians. pure kids don’t know shit. if the gaze is not met, if the eyes don’t smile, and that’s what we need atomic energy to beam from skylink at me for, it’s not my business. 

what people have stolen from me, i give away. for free. and then i sleep on it.