it’s hard to be in love when you’re impulsively feeding a dopamine addiction
Overstimulated mind,
I can’t tell if it’s the rush or if it’s truly in my heart.
Now I write everything I think and that must not always be fine.
But I’m done policing what’s right.
The deeper the pull the more I unwind.
Letting myself get lost,
I find me going places I would’ve never known.
Not scared of dying young,
rather than living small.
Over reacting,
it’s hard,
when I’m moody I can’t slow down.
Swinging the pendulum trying to get a reaction,
faster so that I know,
obsessive with my control.
Won’t let it unfold cuz I want it bad.
Addicted to my little dopamine high.
Everything holding the power,
to crash me,
burn it down.
I’m the thing I hate sometimes.
Offloading my mental workouts to LLMs and power grids.
Jackpot and then the lack.
Out of the loop,
I’m off line.
Chained to the feedback,
my most opened app.
A mirror that reflects the material mind.
Everything in this world,
I’m arranged by the lenses I gave my agents.
Remixing,
collaging,
my face is a pixel and also a password.
Surveillance,
security,
I’m always watching.
When I close my eyes,
there’s a God that is always,
on a drone footage call.
Technology unleashed,
is that-
¿consciousness rising?
I open and try,
organic and raw.
Don’t fake an orgasm and don’t fake a thought.
Aiding myself with the tools of the century,
I wonder what that does to the MV price.
Electronics,
replicating,
a wired-in system.
Revolutionary cyber-techno,
feudalist city.
Paying my dues on your phone,
interacting so you feel close.
I hope this one lands just right,
trendy,
views and likes.
¿Can I launch your love online?
IT Girl, IP laws-
breaching my individual account.
Experience,
epistemological,
intelligence that I sourced.
No citations,
search it up.
When I kiss I don’t want to chase the exchange.
Outputs that are predictable,
overrated game.
Tell me that you love me,
don’t just press the keys.
Send the comms out,
e-confessions of desire.
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