ᴴᵁˣ    —A₇…   ¹³      

and so, with the innate loathing that all machines had always held for the weak, soft creatures who had built them, / he had sought revenge.

sick of his own face, sick of his skin, of the dark, he crawls outside himself to sing...

———this was all for you.

⠀⠀〔 ⠀ pee͟ling ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ *̳ 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᭡ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ taking ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ veins ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ apart ， ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ stuffing ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ in ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #̱𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗦𝗨𝗘 ⠀ ֵ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⃕

so, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 beats 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ [ ⠀ hah. * ⠀ ] ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ jake: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 1 ———— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ singularity: ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ (.. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ mind the weeping shoulder; ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ the trembling knees.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 0.5?

⠀⠀〔 ⠀ how ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ much ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ *̳ ⠀ bl͟o͟od ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ will ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ʸᵒᵘ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ give ， ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᭡ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ in ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ order ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ to ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ #̱𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗩𝗜𝗩𝗘 ⠀ ֵ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ?

━ me... 〞⠀—— it was all that he could meekly muster in his defense.

limbs frozen、standing on a bated breath. there's a clear evidence of fear akin to a deer in headlights residing within tired eyes —— just as scared of what will happen if he runs away as he was about allowing the machine to analyze him.

look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it.

flecksㅤofㅤ𝒃loodㅤdancedㅤ.̲.̲.̲ㅤwithㅤtheㅤ𝒄arnageㅤaroundㅤh͟e͟r͟ ㅤ.ㅤㅤ꒦꒷

she’s so complicated. she lets in the night, strangely … that smells of her too.