RIDICULOUS UTENSILS


I'm tearing out the fucking phone off its mount

ripping my throat out of my neck

plucking my eyes right off of their stalks.


I have no use for these ridiculous utensils

now that I have no sensory input

no relevant information

nothing interesting.


Without you

what's the point?

What's the point at all.

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