Poignant Masurbatory Settlement

The fleece blankets I wore,
As destiny overrides causality,
Friction becomes a sword,
And the penance of biology
Transcribes itself upon the flesh.

My holy union dissolves
Before my eyes,
And I see as with cataracts.

A dip within magnetic fields,
Swaying the motions of my neurons,
I can’t keep up the infrastructure,
So I settle down.

Pluck eyebrows.

What matters most
Is the motions of the crowd.


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