dystopian supermax

I STOPPED RUNNING AND FINALLY TOOK A LOOK BACK; CHAOS AND DISCORD ADORNED IN LIGHTS AND RICH SOUND; MY SENSES LIKE SUGAR ON A CHILD’S TONGUE, MINDLESSLY CONSUMED WITH PLEASURE; JUST THE FEELING; HAD NO MEANING BUT DEFINED A FEELING OF MEANINGLESS BLISS; THE IMPOSING STARKNESS OF A DOWNTURN SPECIES FACED with the grim reality of having failed in ensuring the succession of its species in the physical world; left standing alone in a vast over-engineered expanse; marveling at its technologies ability to create a reality greater than itself; only able to provide answers on how to escape the world it lives in; muttering buzz words in high definition noise; surfing the fluorescent tonic wave that burns as it crashes; neon landfills that drive the residual economies; escapist addicts with enlarged bright eyes and frail atrophied limbs; pixel junkies and sensory overdoses; the fruit was long picked; the serpent slithers through the syntax; man immortalized in the virtual state of light; the TECHNOLOGICAL renaissance of the uninhibited and nihilistic sensory abusers; the human demise experience