ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ݃

i am obsessive. i contain nothing but the replay. / 𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 ﹠. 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 ﹠. 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺.

let us return now to the thesis suggested in the introduction, that "𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨."

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 ⠀ ֵ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⃕

without a wince drawn, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ jake wrangles flesh and bone free, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ grumble borderline incoherent.) ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ off me.

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.

and neither does risen, ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ unimpressed middle finger.)

𝑒v𝑒n wℎe𝑛 𝒾 ᶠᵉᵉˡ like 𝒅͟𝒚͟𝒊͟𝒏͟' ᴋᴇᴇᴘ 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑖𝑛' t𝐡e 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ᨒ↟ 𖠰

(two can play that game? ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 😐 * ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ pebble armed ———— ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ and flicked SQUARE between brows.)

stop staring.

⠀ 𓈈 𝙿𝚈𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙸𝙳 ᴴᴱᴬᴰ ＊ 𝐈┈𝚂 𝙵𝙸𝚇𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳 ⦂ 𝐎𝐍 ┼ dispensing 𝐏𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 ┈ 𝖙hrough pain ⠀