In colors of neon and shade. Of spectrals and bits. Toward vegetation, sizzled sand, complete freeze, and the depth of mystique. Immerse yourself within the other self. Create the world in-which you’ve never. Back up to the pathway of the wired. Find yourself entombed within the Golden Living Room. Adorn a crown to surge your mind’s eye into reality of all that is new. Plug In, Drop Out. Feel the breeze at it is programmed. The felt tickling your legs as if it’s the grass in the field you “stand.” And then they twitch. Running man as woman of new race and asymmetrical being. Is this armor? Am I a classification? Communication is text or telepathy? Furthermore, always!
Palma, Motavia, Dezoris, Rykros. Just a couple buttons away. From finger to pulse to 1987 to never looking at a screen again. Ever. Metal to body. Chord to vein. Mind to digital. All of this is now the new human. It just depends on what world you choose. It’s all dependent on how you live your “existence.” It becomes independent of you and self is removed. Reformed. As being becomes everything the imagination intends on, always. Dreams are meant to be brained. For the love of phantasy: Plug In, Drop Out. Have the sense to always live as life urges itself. Become royalty in the vision of Golden Living Room.