my apathy.

i'm turning into a floating head, i'm turning into a piece of meat that needs chemicals for temporary mental revival, i'm turning into a virtuoso keyboardist, i'm turning into stoned and stultified brainwaves, absorbed into social networking, clicking via muscle memory, every fantasy and ambitious spark dampened by this infection, white bacterial slab of cyber-apathy, i lost sensation, numb tits and clits, just a dying thought in a frostbitten brain.