With acknowledgement to the infinite source that inspires me

I don't know when the machine'll be forced to stop. Or what the impact of that action will cause to ripple. Here I am overthinking too much, and wondering only slightly if anyone would miss me... 


Flush. How did our world become so intertwined?
All the rules have fallen into the pot; it's an alphabet soup
I want to go back to the original plan, so i keep gathering resources
I don't particularly enjoy the aspects of being a fraud, but i am trying to find a way to correction, mind my ways...

A heavy prescription on reality, overdosing on those pills
Novel

"It is a heavy case of lethargy, being so idle"