dystopia: after a quarter century.

you wouldnt believe this

but

i was so absorbed

i actually feel that someone's glances n glimpses all along

my adrenaline rushes

it surges

my brain, flooded

i faint

i die

termination

complete halt with no resurrection in any form

it aint explicit

but

intense

i said you wouldnt believe

you dont even understand

Sie verstehen nicht.

Sie weiss nicht

Nie. Null.

Orwell beats.

Winston Smith is me.

Big Brother is alive n well.

in a room of walls of telescreen

dammit who holds Truth? Unpersons.
corpses aint cops