Measuring up the stigma with every ricochet of a pebble once stapled to the very first pearl of sweat of this dull enigma. Double-tapping yourself into a coma every few days, while rejuvenating the repurposed magma of a timely loss of stamina.
Stemming from the unknown, a feeling of joyful ignorance blossoms, blindly agreeing to all terms, conditions and privacy policies. Your sole existence is confined to several rows of ones and zeros, bribing the meat-seeking fossils with unsolvable puzzles of a billion pieces.
Never share your secret endeavours with a shaved raven; its hidden intentions are malicious, and soon, you’ll find yourself screening the horizon, searching for your newly discovered phobias.