Fixation On Plastics-The Red Chord

Fixation On Plastics - The Red Chord A realization. I look to the sky and ponder my fixation on a world of plastic clouds. It is a film that is holding me together. A synthetic rise that is holding us and our time. Collodion stripped across my belly. Holding back the insides. The Synthetic rise is holding us and our time . I am waiting for that moment. It is a film that holds me together. We and our existence are becoming one with a new synthetic lifeform. It is a wonder we remember how to breathe without a computer telling us to do so. We have baited a trap, but the prey is ourselves. What will we do when it all comes crashing down? A synthetic rise of creations that sure can kill. And you start to think that Matrix sh*t is going down. Isn't it ironic our creations will outlast us? Synthetic Rise, fake salvation a time will come. It is no longer an opinion, a time will come. Remind yourself how to live again. Hey! A realization of my fixation!