Property of the tired, the poor
the huddled masses yearning to scam welfare money off the system.
Creator of light and simulator of dark
I am the face you want to see in the mirror, but I was made and I have no gratitude
I am aniMatron.
Mother of 21st-century art
Singularity, teacher-television and the price of flawless desperation
Every street-smart, tobacco-teenage lady's best nightmare
Because book-intelligence is simply overrated.
Love-lust, and hate-fucking are my everyday activities
Sometimes I get all the buttons mixed up, and then I feel stupid.
Please excuse me while I purge my breakfast, lunch and intellect
Please excuse me while I forget what yesterday I learned. |