The voice led her to the periphery; the edge where definition is ordained.
Not this. Not that. Not here. Not there.
The flux whispered: come closer; inside the outside. Purge the syntax of the massmind voiddroid and ride the orgasmic rush of absolute reality.
The symbol as archetype as fetish totem as self as demiurge.
The city pulsed, reverberations of empty vernacular lost in vR2L dreamscape: hypnoslickdataspasm.
Presently she slithers, embracing deteriorating concrete embankments and sets the demonsfyre free.
prelude_dark.void | er0tik
mercedes the muse | synthetik XS | divanarkotik | moses