Quoton

TOO FAR AHEAD TO ASK ‘EM THE TIME
I DON’T THINK ‘BOUT TOMORROW, TOMORROW AIN’T IN SIGHT
BIG SPLIFF TO END THE YEAR RIGHT
TRANSMISSION UNDER SUBSTANCE

mainframe bleeds / codes vomit light / neon spit on broken circuit mics / blood made of wifi / skulls fused with antennas /drag gravity threading through black bugs. 404 child, reason's last glitch, cities burning inside my ribs, each flick a witch. screaming in pixels / sinking through code / a hyperloop prison where thoughts explode. no maps. ghosts of tomorrow, dancin’ in static gust.  spinning spacetime on cracked cassette divisions worldbreakers / spittin’ truth in waves, wired into the bones of dead satellite graves. every frame melts, every clock fakes, every language glitches into mirrors that break. we already gone — no rewind / no pulse / echoes in a dead sun, whispering from the other side.
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Quoton

Dave Monolith