First they tell you not to think, then they tell you what to think. That's how robots are made. That how you become their slave.
"How do I get free?" You ask.
It's first in wanting to be free.
This depends on how deep their claws run under your skin. It depends on how hooked you've become.
But first, it's in deeply wanting to be free.
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Bedroom Whispers
Non-FictionThe bedroom holds sacred territory for me. The bed, its altar. One upon which I've offered sacrifices, so many to count and recall. One upon which I currently lay as I once more pay my dues, in taps and clicks. I miss the days when the gods were co...
