Void Signals

I dedicate this rap to André 3000. a giant


Cache crash, hash-tag gash in my attention span, I'm slashed, Bandwidth crammed, damned, slammed—I'm the lag, the drag, the man Who can't stand but still stands in line for the timeline's design, Sign in, sign off, sign away—I'm assigned to the grind, resigned.
Swipe right for the fight, swipe left for what's left of my head, Fed threads, spread dread, bread-dead, living off likes instead, Instead of breaking bread, I'm breaking bad, breaking down each breakdown, Shakedown in a takedown, fake-crown on a playground, stay down.
Bit-rot in my thought-slot, caught hot, screenshot my blind spot, Mind's not mine, it's a time-slot, prime-time crime, I'm fine—I'm not, Bot-talk, tick-tock, grid-lock, my heart's a stopped clock—tick... stop, Wrist-watch my wrist-cuts from the handcuffs of the non-stop.
Dopamine dealing, feeling nothing, reeling, wheeling through the ceiling, Stealing feelings from the feed to feed the needing—bleeding, kneeling, To the algorithm's rhythm, prison-prism, schism-wisdom, system's Got me twisted, listed, fisted—I existed, now I'm grifted.
 Double-tap to tap out, mapped out, slapped down, capped out, Clapped out, rapped out, trapped out—I'm a mapped route, apt doubt, Screen-time crime-scene, lime-green online, I'm offline when I'm online, Mainline the main-feed, brain-bleed, I'm a shrine to the decline.
Verification falsification, validation's just vibration, Notification suffocation, conversation's automation, Nation of the stationary, scary how we're voluntary Solitary, commentary, legendary sedentary cemetery.
Black mirror, crack clearer, track nearer to the back-error, Stack terror, hack bearer, fact-checker checking back never, Sever the tether? Better remember I'm the member who surrendered, Rendered in the blender, sender, lender of my temper to the vendor.
Thumb-numb, dumb-sum of the outcome, I'm undone, outdone, Shotgun to my attention, mention tension? I'm the one who spun, Run the simulation, stimulation, stipulation, situation's Just a mutation, computation of my own participation.
 Scroll-toll, soul-hole, control-console controlling my whole role, Parole from the patrol, extol the protocol, alcohol in my thumb-scroll, Every poll a bullet-hole, glory-hole for my story-hole, Forty-fold manifold, I'm sold, cold, old before I'm told I'm old.
Metadata predator, data-trader, infiltrator, commentator, Spectator of my own creator, violator, simulator, Later, hater, crater where my gray-matter was fatter, Scatter, shatter, flatter, chatter doesn't matter—splatter.
Infinite scroll through the infinite hole of my infinite soul, Control-alt-delete but I can't complete the compete to delete, Repeat, entreat, mistreat, deadbeat heartbeat, can't meet the feat, Seat myself in the heat-death defeat, concrete under my feet.

“Wags” – No Names, All Flame [excerpt]

Bernardo Barros