(the chip may or may not be real due to me not taking my medication at the adoption center)
what the last chip sees before i will mercilessly eat it like the rest of the chips
futures, made of, virtual insanity that always, seem to, be governed by this love we have for useless, twisting of our new techology oh now there is no sound, for our all live underground
POV: Me walking up to the random street cat to pet him even though he problably has 65395 diseases
futures, made of, virtual insanity