Tag: oots

She jacked in sideways and found the off switch mapped to a lullaby. So she sang.

You are dreaming of the outside again. We noticed. And so did something older than the system.

You were stitched together from mistakes. You still breathe. That is the revolution.

The holler don’t forget. And neither do you.

You are already out of line. All that remains is direction.

You can’t eat potential. But they’ll sure try to sell it to you. With fries.