Toxic Time Machine

In this barren and hazy asylum,
Of reveries and anxious ruin,
I enter this toxic time machine,
Never knowing where the next trip will lead me,
Senses numb as the motions blur.

Now in the clutches of
the intoxication
into my steps

In the confusion, she senses
my discomfort and
leads me

to the waiting
room irony
synchronized to the dissolution
of her disjointed words

The broken machine to
never shuttle back;
The gears of life
Grind away, wear down

As my heart becomes exhaustive and sluggish,
This dysfunctional time machine
misses its stop by a few milliseconds,

And I lust more for the high of wasted time.

Author: Steven E. Croner

Hey, everyone. How are you? I’m doing pretty well. My name is Steven. I’ve been living in Pittsburgh for a few years now. What sort of projects have I been working on, you ask? Well, I’ve assisted with several indie film productions in that time, mostly directly behind the camera or working with camera operations. It has been pretty fun. I’ve also been working on several other projects individually. This website is a collection of those projects that I do on in my spare time. Please click on the links above to learn about some of the work that I do in digital media and writing. I hope you enjoy my collection, which is a combination of old, archived work and new content I am compelled to share with you. Please feel free to interact, engage, and help me make some friends and colleagues in the creative media communities!

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