lascivious, it's all that i can think of as i drag my feet, searching
  lika a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decasde and of your
  alluring intricacies, i cah see your green-screen mentality and i can
  feel the sting of its consequence, and i know i shouldn't but it's too
  much to ignore, an emotion i deplore, every time i look at you, i just
  want to do it, i can clench my fist right through it but i just want
  to get off, rectilinear, this direction we've been heading never
  realizing we are on a runaway machine, angular, the momentum that does
  turn us one step further on our ladder, one more turn toward the east,
  i realize your green-screen mentality and i know it is shared by many
  more, i know it is quite impossible but i am damned to find a way to
  revolve the other way, every time i scrutinize i just say "screw it",
  we're on a ride down a blind conduit and i just want to get off