I want to shed my skin, to be another me,
how about you,
do you want to be another you?
Why are you feeling blue?
Do you want to be in another’s shoes?
Blank, expressionless faces, they dwell in dark places,
The amyl nitrate heavy air will erase your cares.
Here, no one cares about your race or the colour of your face.
Gope at the go-go boys and girls, and while away your dreams,
Escape from reality, for it is never what it seems.
Induced hyperbolic dreams how do we pay for these,
Google Pay, American Express, Contactless?
What is your request?
We can make them true
come here, I smell your sweat.
Our customer services are the best,
squeeze your breast, let us win you,
Under no duress, get undress.
We will wean you from the baby to the man until your death.
Can I have your email address?
We can assure you that there will be no kickbacks.
Take your place in the relay of combustible dreams,
and when you depart, make sure to leave some feedback.
It will strictly be confidential.
Your life for sale.
Hallucination reigns cast off your sails set off into this hyper-real world, where your projected dreams are more real than reality, the colours and light brighter than the eyes can see. Submerge yourself in the surreal.
They will shed your skin
bath you in acid rain.
Tell yourself that pain is a simulation. Take some deep breathes, breathe in the toxic air, for this is only representative of your fear: the deep trauma lurking inside. The virtual one you acquired as a child, subliminal messages obtained from your computer screens.
Subversion is a conversion to the norm — a place where the truth is the opposite of what it signifies.