-- network nihilist --
at the arcade, looking to buy some sliz
you drop your pants, insert some bits and
jack in to jack off (? | XD)
a calculated cunt is rezzed to life,
its sensually high-polygon count and arousing lack of artifacts
...
Cyberpunk, Poetry, Sex, Virtual Reality
here's the deal:
you're a badass
a real club creature and dancefloor master
listlessly trawling the streets, strung out on neon and droga
looking for action or maybe a little Shabu-Shabu
a quick glance at your monitor and you flip a few...
Cyberpunk