An invasion of privacy, increasing my anxiety;
All for the sake of piracy, stolen opportunity.
No where to go from here, just a name to smear;
Why? Just to cause tears? Yet they’re the only one that cheers.
Robbing all the trust, blown away by a single gust;
an identity left to rust, a digital life to readjust.
So little left for me, to believe in this community;
Laying among this social debris, resulting from an Alt+F4 hotkey.
Multiplayer was devastation, now I’m single player in damnation;
Where’s my new destination, co-op or further isolation?
No more trust of new names, who knows the aim they claim?
Silly me for trusting those in games, save for a few but it’s all in flames.
Maybe a blessing in disguise, that this part of me dies;
Focused energy on a different prize, so that my life isn’t digitized.
Upon the horizon I see that new life, behind me a wake of strife;
Ahead of me opportunity in rife, as I look upon this new afterlife.
They altered my source code, but my cloud connection isn’t slowed;
New passions and goals to upload, an updated life to download.
Misty Moist meticulous mermaidens
manipulate manuscript movement
modalities making monumental
meteoric metamacroorgasmic mind music.
Monoku monologues mesmerize male-strom
multiplayer milkshake mitochondrial
metaphysically montaged Mirror Mirror memories.
My my my me mine.
When a dog becomes an alcoholic it is time for the owls to rise on a buttered barm of consciousness.hmmmmmm well interesting but five times round a chicken net is obliviously equivalent to a sawdust hat. Hahahaha xx and now fashionably arrange a filthy feather. In silvery gold. Woo Woo woo xx hoe a grass salad .....!% opinionated CCC %£¥€¥ *** and if course the............mmooooooooooooooomoooooo ...and how distinguished is a bow tie.....*** wow...swoosh with a dramatic whoosh and whoops a whoopsie cushion whooping...hahahaha and now go eat a trailer hahahaha I am a massively multiplayer of flowered breads on beanstalks hahahaha talk isn't a cave nor an apartment xxxxMethionylglutaminylarginyltyrosylglutamyl x z c v b in a cafe chatting how very very very very exciting.. wow xxxxxxx ha xx xx xx number xxxxxx
Feels like a game
This love thing
A single player first time
around
We become the controller
Matching up to find another
Multiplayer games we are after
Our body the system in which
the game is placed
But nobody ever really wins
The game just gets smashed
And scratched
And lost
And forgotten
As the controllers
Buttons will be pressed
Getting tossed around in the
emotions
Our system gets beat up
Broken
Or sold to another player
The cycle continues
Or for some
No more lives
Don't want to try again
The game is over
Eject
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