re: Cubicle 13

Verse 1 It was supposed to be seven, I swear I set you right… But the digits blinked a lie In the cruel morning light. Birds declared my failure, The sun just smirked through blinds. I lay there, gutted by the minutes, Inside the boxed shape of decline in design. Pre-Chorus Why, oh why, did time move on Without caring if I held on? I checked my phone — cracked and glaring, My screen blinked blank — unaware. Chorus Ten minutes late! My fate’s undone! This meeting’s at eight — I've barely begun! I trusted time — sold me a slick little lie, A clock-faced Judas, suit and tie! Tick-tock, deceiver — how dare you move on, When I wasn’t emotionally strong? Verse 2 The toothpaste tube’s judgmental stare, One sock staged a mutiny under the bed. The shower spat, “You’re weak,” And dumped cold water on my head. The calendar cackled in Helvetica Bold — 'Late again, peasant', its judgment scrolled. I spilled coffee on my only clean shirt— And time? Just watched, then walked away. Bridge You chose… betrayal. Over me. I sinked you to the cloud. I believed in your snooze. Even birdsong—your softest trick—was cruel. And still… you sold me out. (You monster.) Final Chorus Ten minutes late! I’ve lost the plot! Time’s a slippery serpent in a second-hand clock! You stole my peace, my punctual pride— Now I’m chasing the clock with my sanity fried! Loafers slapping through puddles of pride! I’m done with time. Our calendar died! Outro But… just in case... Same time tomorrow? Thanks.

“I dared to hope... but the pot dared harder.” Verse 1 O cursed brewer, thou plastic fiend, Thy hiss drips ruin o'er dreams serene! A hope betrayed, 'neath morning's gleam. Thy sacred roast now scorns my scream. I begged for fire, a blazing dawn— But lo! Thou pour’st a tepid yawn. A chalice weak, dark with deceit— No steam to rise, no warmth to greet! Pre-Chorus Why dost thou mock the sacred rite? Once fire — now mere twilight. No jolt divine, no holy flame— But lukewarm sludge and silent shame. Chorus O Coffee Maker! Thou traitor of dawn, The brew so weak, my hope withdrawn. No sacred steam, no fiery spark— Just bitter whispers in the dark! Verse 2 The sugar’s spent, the cream hath fled, Yon spiteful spoon lies cold and dead. From soiled heaps, a chipped mug I claim— It weeps with grinds in scorn and shame. Mine eyes behold my father’s plight… His bitter brew, his daily fight. And lo! Thy crimson eye glimmers— A devil's wink on countertop's shimmer! Bridge Once did I trust in caffeine’s grace— Now bitter lies where once lived grace. Final Chorus O wicked brewer! Appliance of woe and spite, Thou steal’st my fire, then dimm’st the light. No sacred spark, no waking flame— Just whispers brewed in morning shame. Outro Mark me, thou dawn's most vile betrayer, May thy vile tray o’erspill and coils be frayed.

Verse 1 I stood before the closet shrine, Summoned pants like sacred wine. But denim growled, its grudge in sight— Buttons glared like eyes in night. Zippers snapped a devil’s grin— (You squeezed too far… now? Pay the toll.) Pants plotting coups behind my back, I’m a hostage to their denim attack! Pre-Chorus Did I shrink? Did I grow? Am I cursed or blessed? Or have my pants developed a violent unrest? Chorus 1 Why are all my pants so vile? Plotting with textile guile! They squeeze, they snap, they stage a coup— Denim demons, shame on you! Buttons won’t close, zippers defy— My dignity's waving goodbye! Tangled in morning's brutal feud— Trapped in denim's bad attitude! Verse 2 Pockets whisper, (We hold no grace—) (Just lint and shame, and empty space.) I caught my shape — a stitched-up scheme, In cracked-screen light and busted dreams. These pants—they hold clandestine meetings, Conspiring lint, with shadowed meanings My mirror cracked beneath the strain— Of fabric, gasping in sheer disdain! I tried to dance, I tried to flee— But the pants just laughed, (You’ll never be free!) Bridge Snap! Zip! Tug! Slap! This is a buttoned booby trap! Shimmy, shimmy—no escape! Denim wrath takes shape. Chorus 2 Why do pants despise my hips?! These zippers lead straight to the crypt! I'm dancing death with woven doom, In fashion's smallest fitting room! Buttons betray, the belt constrains— My closet hosts a textile reign! This is no mere morning dress— It’s battle gear in full distress! Outro They say clothes don’t have souls… But these pants? They cling like regret. And they don't let go.

Ah yes… the sacred ritual. Bag? Phone? Dignity? Step outside... Then I feel it. Absence. Smug and cruel. Those tiny tyrants...smugly just inside. Again. Verse 1 The door just grins with passive spite, A fortress bathed in traitor light. They vanish fast—no sign, no clue— Like petty kings who slipped right through. Click. No jingle. No mercy. Just me outside, where silence steals— Gone rogue again—no sound, no ring. Their smug dominion, carved in chrome. Pre-Chorus Oh locked door, smug little troll— Gatekeeper of fate, halting my soul. You know me well, you know my plea… And still you grin — unchanged, untamed. Chorus (Forgot my keys! Again!) LOCKED OUT, LOCKED IN, LOCKED DOWN— DIGNITY SHATTERS LIKE GLASS. THIS FARCE JUST WON'T BACK DOWN! (Forgot my keys! Again!) CHROME INSIDE, EGO FRIED, AND I'M THE ONE WHO's CAST OUTSIDE. OH DOOR, YOU SMUG AND SILENT JUDGE— I BEG NOW. YOU WILL NOT BUDGE! "Eight o’clock meeting? Gone. Nine fifteen standup? They’re circling like vultures already." Verse 2 I hear them… jingle ghosts of mornings past. Mocking echoes, gone too fast. Their freedom fades—no trace, no path. I reach for ghosts I used to have. My hands still twitch in phantom reach, My face burns red—regret unleashed. That door—my rival. Cold. And sly. A plastic monarch, steel in its grin. On the welcome mat that clearly lied… I pace disgrace beneath the neighbors' eyes. Bridge (Again?) "What did you expect?" (So predictable.) Maybe I’ll glue a spare to my shoe. Or tattoo a map where I last knew The one I swore I wouldn't lose. But here I am...without a clue. Final Chorus (Forgot my keys! Again!) LOCKED OUT BY MY COLD-FACED TRAITOR! THE DOOR KNOWS ALL. THE DOOR DECIDES— IT WATCHES. I fold. My will... erased. (Forgot my keys! Again!) My chrome betrayers laugh and stay. Freedom lost in disarray. If I even make it into work… It’s already a lie… and I’m its face. Outro Keys inside. Shame outside. Life… Always locked Tight. ...front pocket. Of course.

Work greeted me... with red blinking rage. Verse 1 Paper feeds, then screeches hate, Its red eye blinks and seals my fate. Click-clack-wheeze... A hiss... A groan... It growls in fonts no human knows. Pages curl like smoldered sin, Its hunger stirs deep from within. A single sheet, half-burned, half-bleached— A warning snarl the tray just screeched. Pre-Chorus Error code: "Unclear demise." One eye blinked red… then the other opened. Cancel? Retry? A fool's cry— The printer knows. The printer lies. Tried the wireless dance—static replied. Cracked phone spoke in corrupted Latin. "Impressus malum, clausus in tenebris." Chorus PRINTER JAM OF THE SOUL! It chews my peace and swallows whole. It prints despair in Comic Sans— Passwords spilled across the floor. Control + "P", then control + Pray... It summoned flame from yesterday. I asked for balance sheets. It gave me prophecies. I saw death... smeared in cyan's cold bleed. '03. Accounting. Fax machine. No sender tag. It printed one word: (RUN.) The lights dimmed. A scream. (AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!) Karen vanished. Never got her "W" Two. O Paper God, in tray and spool, Deliver us from jammed misrule. "Libera nos ab tray duo!" Feed straight, not cursed—no hex today, "Carpe toner. Dona nobis page-us maximus." Spare our docs. Let paper obey. Final Chorus PRINTER JAM OF THE SOUL! It feeds on fear, it takes control! The ink runs blood, the drumhead groans— Its ribcage clicks with data bones. Smoke pours out, the warning's red— Systems fail; panic spreads. Outro Control + "P"... (for PAIN.) Control + "Z"... (Too late.) It wanted this. The jam... Was planned. ...out of pap-pap-pap-paper Would—You-You-You-load—Tray—T—T—T—Two...estimated wait time: (forrrr-EVERRRRRRRR!)

In the break room forge of fluorescent shame, A plastic tray. A molten game. I dared to dream of lunch divine… But Dino-shaped doom was by design. Verse 1 I peeled the film with trembling grace, And met those dinos, face to face. The cheese did boil, a seething moat— While T-Rex froze within his coat One side: a lava mac attack. The other: Jurassic freezer pack. I took a bite and screamed to skies: “You’re relics dressed in cheesy lies!” Pre-Chorus Why must you burn… and freeze?! This isn't lunch—it's extinction cheese! Chorus Dino Nuggets! Betrayers of heat! Your heads are ice, your feet ablaze— Hot cheddar wrath in mustard haze! My tastebuds fade, my will gives way! Choose a temperature! Just ONE! I’m not a god! I’m just… someone! Verse 2 I stabbed my fork through brontosaur, But found an Ice Age at his core. Beside the frost, a cheesy quake— Like lava splitting nugget fate Volcanoed cheese, extinction’s scent— Lava mac, my last lament. You mocked my hope, you nuke-spun beast! With every beep, my strength decreased. The microwave just hummed along— A Tupperware requiem song. Bridge O spinning box of cruel deceit! Your sensor mocks my time and heat! You dare make war in lunch's name?! To lunchroom Hades thou art bound— Thy cursed tray, devoured and crowned! Final Chorus Dino Nuggets! Mac of Despair! Your thermal crimes foul up the air! You scorch my tongue, then freeze my jaw— A lunchroom hell without a law! You lived through comets, ice, and flame— Yet serve lunch with zero shame! Choose a temperature! I’M BEGGING YOU! Your sins shall stain this kitchenette too! Outro Mark me, Dino… mark me well. We duel again when noon tolls bell. And if I fall—if I don’t last… A cheesy comet sealed my fate— This tray: a tomb of molten hate. (A beep. A sigh. Another soul steps forth.)

Verse 1 I reached back deep, past juice and bread— A plastic cup with peachy dread. It wasn’t mine. It bore no name. But hunger won. I felt no shame. The lid gave way—its curdled breath, And so began the peachy death. Pre-Chorus Then fate struck fast—my shame took flight. A glob erupted in milky spite. It struck my sleeve, then plopped below— A splatter show the lunchroom knows. Chorus The cottage cheese shamed me publicly! Its milky wrath was plain to see! My stolen snack turned rogue on me— Oh curds, why curse my thievery? Verse 2 I tried to wipe, I tried to hide, But peachy chunks defied my pride. Each stare—a jab, each giggle cruel— My desk became a dairy duel. Bridge The peaches in it danced with glee, "Not yours," they sang, "and now they see." The cup just sat, its label torn— A grinning ghost of curdled scorn. Chorus Once more it shamed me publicly! Its creamy crimes stuck fast to me! From curd to shame, from peach to plea— Why curse my lunch so viciously? Outro The label peeled, a faded name… “Karen, 2003.” The same Karen… From the printer. She never left. The microwave knew. The fridge remembered. The cup… it waited.

“Mic… not… detected… Blink… freeze… You’re live… but not alive… Hello? HELLO?!” Verse 1 My face froze mid-blink—expression stalled, A JPEG soul—no longer real. Mouth moves, no sound—my mime debut, Stuck in a frame the world once knew. HR's decree—no choice, just waste, Wearing stale ambition like a thrifted shirt. Compliance talks in lifeless gray, I nod like I understood—then drift away. The cursor spins—my sins on loop, Still debating if lunch was a cry for help. Pre-Chorus Existence… stutters… Pixelated grief, a digital thief. Buffering soul… can they still see me? Cubicle coffin, schedule tight, A live feed funeral in LED light. Mute is off—but I’m unheard, A frozen face, a pixel-slurred word. Chorus Corporate Zoom call, existential dread! Mic’s on, but I’ve flatlined instead. My thoughts drag far behind— In glitchy loops, I’ve lost my mind! Muted twice, cursed by fate, I scream in chat—forgot to hit "Update." They clap emojis. No one gives a damn. A gold-star nod from HR-bot 805, AI replies—pre-scripted lies, No heart, no soul, no human minds. Bu-bu-bu-buffering… I lost con-t-t-t-trol. Verse 2 Reminders buzz like distant drones, Each bullet point just numbs my bones. Spreading like fingerprints across my screen— But none of them bring meaning near. Mandatory compliance, endless rules, Policy updates, soul-crushing tools. Presenters chant with empty pride, Their voices drown in slide after slide. Just my own voice left… echoing "Why?" I try to speak—a static boom, Then fade back into breakout-room gloom. One square stays live—the manager, mid-snore, While slideshow gods loop slide 84. Bridge Is this me? Or lag pretending? Is this life… Or my bandwidth ending? Send help…or just unplug. (Wait, did I submit that form to HR?) Final Chorus Corporate Zoom meeting with existential dread! Dead feed, dead tone, dead-click abyss. Frozen face… reaction fake… Click the link. Crash. Buffer. Break. They nod. They wave. But do they see— This glitching thing pretending to be me? File a ticket? Or reboot the soul? Outro Hello? …You're still on mute. (And honestly, maybe that’s for the best.)

Just left that dull HR Zoom, That cursed lunch? Didn’t help at all. Now back at the spreadsheet doom. Comic Sans again… who unleashed this curse?! Verse 1 Yo, digital duel, screen glows bright, corporate cruel. Grid so neat, but every cell holds defeat. Opened “Live Site_REAL_Final_ACTUAL_DO_NOT_DELETE_ Latest_USE_THIS_ONE_V_3_B_FINAL_REALLY_FINAL_32” — Endless tabs... endless sheets! A thousand columns, ran outta letters, from A to Z-Z, Formulas like cryptic curses; Latin-scripted macros attack. (Claves in sinum relictae sunt.) Interns messed with tabs—emojis spelled out for kicks, Data’s had a bad hair day, wearing wigs absurd and thick. Ticket comment said, “Just sum it up.” Real small. Not bold. I typed SUMMON() instead— now the printer chants in hex and gold. "4-B 4-1 5-2 4-5 4-E" "4-3 5-5 5-2 4-4 5-3" Chorus Oh, spreadsheet knows I’m weak, sees my doubt. Cells laughing in emojis — what’s this about? Highlight, drag, pray for a clear sign— But Excel just crashes on this fragile file! Yeah, it wins again, columns got me beat. Workday broken, digital retreat! Verse 2 That one tab’s a black hole, where anything typed just disappears. Imported corrupted data daily—nightmare through the years. Data wrangling madness, cleaning mess with no end in sight, VBA macros whisper secrets, Latin comments—some dark rite. (Tepor haereditarius: caffa liberorum.) Errors italicized, screaming for attention — none that I created. Auto-fill dragged too far, every cell repeating my fate. Pivot tables spun twisted lies, dependencies all entwined, Manager still snoring while formulas twist, This spreadsheet wrecks minds with a demon’s list. Bridge “Invalid input. Weak human. Try again.” Undo, Control Z, spin the wheel of pain. The spreadsheet’s a demon, it’s got me in its chains. Excel has encountered an error — but I’m the one to blame. Final Chorus Oh, spreadsheet knows I’m weak, mocks my dread, Cells laughing like emojis, dancing in my head. Highlight, drag, pray for a sign— But every update crashes this fragile file! You win again, columns — my downfall's complete, Workday crushed, digital defeat. Outro You win again, spreadsheet of disdain. I’ll duel you tomorrow—same place, same hell. Unless I call sick, just to save my digital face.

Fate snickers... So does the bar I didn’t ask for. Verse 1 An overpriced pantry with a God complex, I walk toward salvation my hunger expects. Laughter floats from the break room corner – (HR Zoom was great. Manager slept through the whole thing!) A4 — my knight, the Musketeer’s delight, Fluffy bliss wrapped tight — no nuts in sight. Last crumpled note slipped in slow, Bill scanner snarled — then spat the dough. Tapped my card — the fee cut deep, Machine just smirked — a trick up its sleeve. (En guard, sweet tooth!) Chorus Oh vending machine, you charge to punish me, Spinning coils of cruel justice — I pay in misery. Pressed A4 for one fluffy flight— Crunchy insult to my weary fight. Wanted fluff, not peanut punch— Lukewarm caramel, nougat and crunch! Verse 2 Coils spun slow — mocking justice’s crawl. Freshly restocked with treachery's kiss. Held hostage still, Three Musketeers trapped, Snickers dropped, smug in its' brown wrap. Tapped the glass with my cracked phone, Fractures sighed, “You’re on your own.” Bridge Chance? Microchip sin? Digital tyrant decides who wins. “Not you,” it said, “Not today.” Justice never sweet — just nutty. Snacktime – the final noble right, In cubicle’s eternal fight. Final Chorus Oh, vending tyrant with blinking gaze, Spun my hunger into a maze. Pressed A4 for one delight— Got nut-laced shame – it just ain't right. Outro All for one... Nuts for me. Maybe I’ll just stop at the store… and buy a family pack of regret.

Intro One stop before home. I need… dinner. Or the illusion of progress. "Recalculating" ...Yeah. That’s fair. Verse 1 Oil’s overdue, filter wheezes grief, Wipers paint art — abstract disbelief. Cracked screen blinks like it knows my shame, The map reroutes—just to play the game. Radio mutters through lukewarm air. Lunch today? Jurassic regret. Dino Mac erupted — cheese and threat. "Recalculating" Pre-Chorus Headlights flare like distant lies, Tail-lights stutter, wet and wide. The check-engine light glows bold amber — Offers no clues, no help in sight. My thoughts start packing for the store— But they won’t survive that sliding door. "Recalculating" Chorus Road to somewhere, mind adrift, Cracked phone blinks, thoughts start to shift. Rain draws static on the glass, Eyes ahead, but the thoughts don't pass. "Simple Soup – Just Heat and Eat at Home!" Verse 2 A brake-light throbs like a guilt-trip tap, The dashboard blinks in existential flair, The seatbelt tightens without a word... Like it filed a report on all it heard. "Still Recalculating" Bridge You had a plan. You forgot something. "Recalculating" Chorus Road to nowhere, thoughts collapse, Cracked phone hums in fractured maps. Rain draws static on the glass, Eyes ahead, but the thoughts don't pass. "Recalculating" Outro Dino Mac… never again. Maybe I’ll just get something easy. What else was I…? "Recalculating"

“Simple Soup! Just heat and eat at home!” Brain’s gone blank—jingle won’t quit. Verse 1 Fluorescent hum, aisle seven yawns, Cans stare back—not one says “Simple Soup”! Right there—can’t find the one I need, Labels screaming doubt, chaos breeds. Cracked screen’s a joke—won’t give me a clue, A broken signal, stuck in a stew. Jingle’s stuck like bad wallpaper glue, Promised easy—yeah right, liar stew! Sodium, low-fat, gluten-free guilt— My brain’s burnt toast, left in the heat. Pre-Chorus Drowning in options, caught in their scam! Soup’s a ghost, jingle’s a sham! Eyes wide open—still go blind, Choice overload crushes my mind. Chorus GROCERY STORE PANIC! AISLE SEVEN’S A WARZONE! CANS ON THE SHELF — I’M GOING DOWN! “JUST PICK A SOUP!!” — THE CANS ARE SCREAMING! THIS IS TOO MUCH! MY BRAIN’S NOT BREATHING! THIS AIN’T A DRILL! THIS IS COLLAPSE! JUST PICK A SOUP? GET OFF MY BACK! Verse 2 Forgot lunch kicked me down. So here we go— Back to the dinos. What do I know? Toothpaste’s hiding—still no sign, Candy’s out of mind, left behind. Aisles spin, cart drags slow, Lost in the store, nowhere to go. Bridge This aisle waits—trap in disguise. Simple soup? Just jingle lies. Sought comfort, found only noise— Supermarket battlefield, lost boy. Rows of bisques and broths—like a fever dream. [Muttered] "What even is bisque? Is that a mood?" Final Chorus GROCERY STORE PANIC! I’M LOSING THE FIGHT! SOUP’S STILL A MYSTERY—NOTHING FEELS RIGHT! CART SPUN OUT – CRUSHED A CREAM OF CORN. THIS IS TOO MUCH! MY CIRCUITS JUST TORN! THIS IS THE END! I’M DONE, I CONFESS— SOUP WINS TODAY. I ADMIT DEFEAT. Outro Chicken noodle… tomato… cream of regret… No soup. Just surrender. Cleanup... ...in aisle seven ...and aisle eight ...and possibly twelve.

Intro The kitchen’s a battlefield. The sink’s a sculpture of neglect. The stove blinks 12 — Like it's winning this round. Mail towers — monument to things undone. Verse 1 Pots and pans, frozen in time, One greasy skillet, cold as stone. Buttons cold, refusing to speak — The smoke alarm chirps — Like it's keeping score. Verse 2 The microwave hums like it’s on something, A reminder of the meltdown at work. I don’t trust it — too much history, No second chances here. Chorus So I turn to toast. Just toast. No drama, no mysteries. The toaster ticks — Small and stubborn, Waiting to see if I’ll crack first. Verse 3 Dishwasher sealed tight, Still holding a grudge from ‘22. Plates? Nope. Too much commitment for tonight. Verse 4 The fridge stands mostly empty. Condiments and a dino mac I don’t recall buying. It judges silently. I keep my head down. Bridge I watch the bread, Half-done, half-threat — Close enough to quit. Final Chorus Dinner is toast. No sides. The stove still blinks, Cold and mocking, it waits for me — I blink slower, defiant but tired. The toaster delivers. And somehow, that’s enough. Outro The couch is calling. And this time, I’m answering.

The TV’s already glowing, casting shadows where my will used to be— a silent puppeteer pulling strings I can’t see. Verse 1 The cushion exhales as I fold into shape, It’s been waiting — silent, soft, and draped. The remote lies still — distant and cold. Characters speak in loops I’ve heard before, The screen’s cold eyes draw me deeper. I don’t like this plot— But I’m anchored here, the will to move forgot. Chorus The couch devours me slow, cell by cell, A fabric lullaby, a private hell. Heavy eyes, limbs gone slack, Time dissolves — no coming back. This isn’t peace — just something still. Verse 2 Commercials whisper like long-lost friends, Selling perfect lives with polished lies. "Buy this dream," they softly coo— the TV hums, cruel and true. Keys slip away — fugitives in the couch’s hold. I should stand, maybe fight. But the couch whispers, and I fold. Bridge "Are you okay?" "Yeah. Just… buffering." Chorus The couch devours me slow, cell by cell, A fabric requiem, a quiet hell. Heavy eyes, limbs gone slack, Time dissolves — not getting it back. This isn’t peace — just something still. Outro "I think… I used to care… ...about something."

Intro The couch gave up, or so it seemed — The sinklight hums, where cold water gleamed. Verse 1 The bathroom glows in dim defeat, Porcelain throne and cold deceit. The brush stares back — smug and wise, Its bristles honed with silent lies. The tube lies slack—no pulse, no plan, A paste corpse curled in my hand. I roll the end with monk-like care, Whisper threats into the air. No mint to rise, no cleansing sting— Just dental dust and broken things. Chorus I brush with hope. I spit in grief. A hero felled by hygiene’s thief. I twist, I plead. I press. I pray— The paste replied: “Not today.” Oh dental gods, you cruel, absurd— Is punishment not better earned? The cracked phone blinks. The hour is late. Too tired to rinse. Too numb to hate. Verse 2 The floss waits smug behind the drawer, A coiled regret I still ignore. The razor grins in silver glee— It knows the worst of what is me. The loofah hangs, a soggy spy, Guarding secrets I'd rather deny. The toilet grumbles low, then whispers high— Counting failures with each water sigh. Bridge If one last dot should still remain, I win this dumb domestic game. If not—then fine. It’s not divine. Just one more ghost in mint decline. Final Chorus I brush with hope. I spit in grief. A knight undone by discount paste. No mint remains. No will to fight— Just fluoride dreams and kitchen light. So be it, coward—let dawn decide. We’ll meet again... in aisle five. Outro Once a boy dreaming of quests and flame... Now I just want fluoride. And to stop flinching at the loofah.

"Simple Soup - Just Heat and Eat At Home" Verse 1 The sheets have me hostage. Too heavy. Too tight. My pillow’s missing– probably up to something. Fan spins judgment slow. The room glows gray. Dust hangs like breathless ghosts. I breathe — air recoils. Bridge Tomorrow’s already watching. The sink tattles it out. Drip. Drip. Drip. Verse 2 Thoughts stumble late. Silence takes notes. The alarm's snoozed. Static hums like déjà vu. Chorus Sleep is for the functioning. For those who don’t hear the fan whisper: “The printer plots in silence” I haven’t functioned in… ...whichever month this is. Outro Cracked screen glows. It’s already tomorrow. Or still yesterday. I stayed awake... --- BONUS