i log the fuck on and my body is exactly the way i'd like it to be. it's smoothed down, parts are sanded off into a comforting blur of flesh and numbers, nameless static. it's me, chosen name, and the wires are nothing but a pleasant hum in the frame of my mind. i am literally not afraid, i have 78% battery left and i am myself. i push my face down into the fluid, winding, spilling, bursting heat of information, of names of places. i am myself, i read it as myself. i screencap myself a new face.

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