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Mmm, I love those vibrations.
Oh yes, I let them run all over my body.
It’s such a buzz to feel it on my throat.
I get high from down below.
You can even add a sound, it creates double the fun they say.
These good vibrations come from different places, different times, and different faces.
It’s not the content, but the sensation.
It’s not the context, but the gratification.
And when I see her there, those vibrations aren’t there.
So I just want to go home, to look forward to feeling more.
But they are no longer there.
For once you dance well
Everybody claps and shouts
Your smile turns to dust
In 3 seconds he blinked
In 3 minutes he yawns
In 3 hours he realises he’s been here before
In 3 days he leaves his home
In 3 weeks he finds his phone
In 3 months he loses it all
In 3 years he finds a new job
In 3 decades he lives for his dreams
In 3 centuries he is referred to as ‘the general public’
In 3 millennia no one knows
I lie on my bed naked as I watch TV.
It’s okay, nobody’s watching.
I’m watching something grotty, it’s better than anything soppy.
It’s okay, nobody is watching me watching this.
Though as the action fades to black I see my own reflection.
Watching me watching this watching that naked.
And I look at my reflection and pull the covers over.
I look at my reflection and throw the remote over.
But there I am, staring right back at me.
And the only thing I long for.
Is a reflection-free TV.
I miss tripping over all those clothes piles
I miss untangled that mess of wires
I miss moving the plastic container boxes to get to my books
I miss holding my body against the door to keep it open
I miss climbing over a body to get to the shower
All that clutter, I miss it so.
What felt soft now feels numb
What felt hard now feels numb
What felt cold now feels numb
What felt warm now feels numb
What felt worthwhile now feels numb
These fingers of mine can only feel Cortopin, itches, and cuts.
It’s the new sensation, and I’m quick to the touch.