nestled in the fist of fury followers following followers machine numbers generated to the size of egos
the devils henchman lurks saturated by cryptic code destruction embedded in his fused brain
waiting
to puncture your alterego and spill your conscience into a crucible of sacrifices on the altar of recognition
indecent pictures bloated for primetime consumption on the sidewalks of galley slaves surfing social media with oars of phony cosmetic happiness. where do you stand?