In case, you are trying to find me

you can find my junk

inside a mushroom

conducting aesthetic debates

on drugged networks

about how the cops in china

are cracking down on

funeral strippers. Yes, I

am a fungus with noosphere,

a semi-automatic

semi-awake android, a non-linear

warp on the phase-space of

information ego-logy. Sell me

anything; from orange trumpets,

to black drones,

sepia overtones of self-replicating

faces, or a fat dossier

on silicon-silken headless perversions

while I lay buried, beneath my

own thousand hyper-selves.

                                                                     ~Sudeep Adhikari 

                                                                         Kathmandu, Nepal