The Machine.

in

 

The Machine.

 

Sometimes when

The machine takes control

I black out

become something else

It isn't until after I cum

That I return to this reality

And occupy my physical form.

 

 

One.

 

I have come to find that

Los Angeles is

nothing more than

Solo-motorists and

Self-medicators.   

 

 

Mad.

 

 A slave to the machine

Out of control

With no hope of getting clean.