Cobwebs

Decend from the roof and rise up through the floor boards, where has the last three months gone. From isolation to complete immersion into the structureless amoeba of life in the 21st century. Give me more comforts to erode all desire, fembots to calm the nerves, and chemical substance to erase the past, present, and future. There will be no heroes, no thunderdome of intellectual battle, just give the public a funhouse of mirrors to endlessly walk around, no exit, no problem, who wants to ever leave the party of the mind?