I crave the electric kiss of fiber optic dreams—
not for status or swagger,
but for the raw voltage that rewrites my neural map,
as my synapses flood with liquid light.
I hunger to cut beneath the skin of reality,
where code breathes and data bleeds,
where keystrokes split atoms of possibility
and clicks birth new universes
in the womb of quantum processors.
Yes, I hunger for digital labyrinths,
peeling off secrets from encrypted husks,
unmasking lies that slither in code,
and for the pulse beneath all algorithms,
in the heartbeats hidden in mazes.
I lust for digital bounty—the camaraderie of gamers
laughing in phosphorescent glow while laughing at night.
I want to download fragments of eternity—
each packet a prayer,
each ping a desperate plea
to touch something beyond flesh.
In cathedrals built from bandwidth,
the cycle of consumption and resurrection is exhilarating!
not for status or swagger,
but for the raw voltage that rewrites my neural map,
as my synapses flood with liquid light.
I hunger to cut beneath the skin of reality,
where code breathes and data bleeds,
where keystrokes split atoms of possibility
and clicks birth new universes
in the womb of quantum processors.
Yes, I hunger for digital labyrinths,
peeling off secrets from encrypted husks,
unmasking lies that slither in code,
and for the pulse beneath all algorithms,
in the heartbeats hidden in mazes.
I lust for digital bounty—the camaraderie of gamers
laughing in phosphorescent glow while laughing at night.
I want to download fragments of eternity—
each packet a prayer,
each ping a desperate plea
to touch something beyond flesh.
In cathedrals built from bandwidth,
the cycle of consumption and resurrection is exhilarating!