On the Dunning-Kruger Effect apply? Does it mean anything here? Are there any rules any more?
Go to jail for whatever, regardless.
All the gatekeepers and police have left. It's up to Bobby now. He's guiding us.
He knows my loneliness, he enables me feeling the indifference of everybody which is suffocating.
Do a show, leave it to social media which Bobby promotes, then hope the algorithm does not discover that all the suspicion. All this prurient behaviour, though, it feels so hallow. Not remarkable, it all fades to what once was designed to shock, it ain't shocking any more.
A-romantic attention retention that moves to nowhere, the living must be made, though.
I don't know, It's an empty void where all hopes and dreams go in and out for the other end. This place, is it home? A platform that misjudges the rest of my intention.
Keep it all in. Exhausting the mental reserves, I'd have to head back.
Boundary shifting, I wish I could hold onto something with all this falling, yet there's no parachute.