I am the actor of a soul-stealing comedy
in which well-bred avatars ,court seductive
models ,mass-produced by the happiness
food chain ...
Love is mandatory !
Doubt is a betrayal !
Beware high-risk screening !
My mental wandering reflects the haunting
emptiness of a mask in quest of a face...
Mirrors are loyal servants .
They know the other side of the picture
of that other you .
So good,so gentle ,softening the harshless
of your dreams ...
don't lose your way down
the path to dementia !
Reason is a deadly addiction...
Mirrors are silent observers .
They fil away the records of desperate shadows
that refuse to come into the light .
The eco-psy ,looked at me
with a compassionate expression
and prescribed a course of rehab at Phobos
covered by insanity health insurance.
I am not a poet who writes verses to the glory
of divine mechanics .
I don't believe in the truth of alternative lies .
I reject the conventions of the sacred techno.
I've been flagged for a concerning numbers
of prohibited words .
I'm probably a genetic anomaly
conceived during an apocalyptic road trip
in the truth ...
But I know,it's already to late to escape normality...
No mirror looks into me anymore .
And that other self of mine is swept away by the reality.
Manufacturing error of a dystopian world ...
On Phobos, I 'll finally be allowed to be afraid ...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 8th, 2026 11:01
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Comments5
Lorenz, this speaks to me. I've always been drawn to works that blur the line between satire, philosophy, and surrealism. The references to avatars, algorithms, normality, and Phobos create a world that feels strange while remaining uncomfortably familiar. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The cure for misguided ideals lies in dystopian therapy !
A dystopia is a world that believes itself to be a utopia. You are the one who can still tell the difference.
The whole world is a stage where everyone is forced to play a utopian or dystopian role .
a definite fav
A dystopian farewell !
enjoy the musical accompaniment !
The scary thing about this world is that on the outside, everything looks flawless, but on the inside, you can't even breathe. It’s a society of victorious "design" and ruined "meaning."
Nicely written!
In 50 years a dystopian society where happiness is mandatory will be the universal norm .
enjoy the musical accompaniment !
A utopian dystopia painted neon. Here women wear satire dresses and men pants that are felt. A good one that took me to Oz and back. Well done
In the world of dystopia there are no martyrs .Only patients .
I hope that the patients have patience
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