the abject misery of the dvd-watching abject automaton
all the world becoming a marble under my robotic eye
everything i'd watched fall into the static with a wail
the metalphor that's still a wail
recuberance in the wail whine of so sorry.
a face with ketchup smeared on it
something like a face with ketchup smeared on it
then in the technician 's bath room with the haze light and the snowed sun up there with the metal rays out onto my ketchup face
with the metal rays out onto an automaton
still screaming with a wail
grey shine gear component like 500kg
and take a parchedlet, and read all about it, and
oh forget it, server room
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