Damage Inc. Submissive Silicon Dreams

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· 5 years ago

  

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======================== "The name speaks for itself!" ======================== 

                                Poetic Rantings 

                           http://surf.to/damage_inc 
                            damage_inc@disinfo.net 
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Submissive Silicon Dreams. 

Silicon moves underneath you with feeling.  Not preaching or teaching.  Loving 
you more than soft pink flesh ever could do.  So warm and revealing.  Don't it 
feel right like this?  Almost overcome by the taste and smell; you let it enter 
your mind and relish in the sensations as it probes and strokes. 

Your brain liquid... reduced to sensations and relinquishing logic momentarily. 
Emotions that overwhelm flow like streams of electrons... through the empty 
spaces... fissures and cracks.  Synapses restored.  Matter over mind without 
corruption or judgment... without leading you astray.  Silently. 

Blinded but coherent you continue on.  It works on you more feverishly now with 
a soft glow.  Not fluorescent, but brilliant.  With brilliance it eases into 
you... seeping into the crevices.  Slowly, methodically moving.  Brightness is 
great like picturesque sunrises... Picassoesque.  Soothing. 

Ever so subtle.  Gentle and slight.  Illuminating.  Enlightening.  Powerless 
and rendered submissive under its might... You grasp it.  It snakes and coils 
around a writhing body.  Breathing.  Feeding you more.  Consoling.  Comforting. 

Tightening its grip on you as you squirm.  It's now above you... wrapping itself 
around you.  Now you're the core.  In ecstasy you plead.  You beg for pleasure 
and pain... only desiring more.  Moaning mouth opens.  Roughly mind whipping. 
Sensual.  So high.  Orgasmic. 

Fantastic details revealed.  Revelations striking your cortex.  Forceful and 
remorseless.  Abandoning deep seeded lies.  Silicon scratching your back like 
red painted finger nails.  Vivid images.  Removing painful feelings like a 
designer drug... customized specifically for your brain.  Filling chemical 
pathways.  Pure and clean.  Now it becomes all you've ever known.  So blissful. 
Such precise waves of sensitive light.  Controlled and owned. 

Follow future.  Follow silicon.  Follow it home. 

Written by BLACKENED / Damage, INC. (C)opyright 2001.