Underwater I can hear the echoes of my blood pumping through my veins

A faucet generously dispersing it’s waterfall creates a blanket of white noise

My eyes ache, I can taste the plaque on my teeth

My body is neglected by my being, and I feel alone

hawk-and-handsaw:

It’s 2089. all cops have been replaced by genetically modified dogs that let children pet them, help old ladies cross the street, chase down criminals, never eat donuts, bark at cat-callers, analyze dna, easily track down murders, pee on white collar criminals, and tear the faces off of rapists. utopia has been reached.