i think with my eyes cemented to a flickering screen a thirty second segment fragmented programmed behind the masks and what do i absorb a question never asked and i will never be in control of this constant intake of visual attacks i cannot take time to process while these images still bombard me say goodbye to the floor beneath me there s no way your rope could reach me bite the hand that needs you smash the screen that feeds you biting the hand smashing the screen and finally i slipped out of the sattelite s reach to come a long way from a corrupt program leech i think with my eyes opened and closed at the same time