ALL vs. Doll

 Drop. Drop.. Drop...
No hesitation.
Consistently/ Obtrusively.
 Without any explanation or excuse.
Drop.Drop..Drop...­over my hands, my plastic, elastic hands,from my blank eyes, staring emotionlessly/blinking carelessly/closed shut. Tears-a mixture of water and salt, liquid and crystals, diffusing   components. An unknown feeling, chemical reaction.
 There should be an explanation to all of this! Is it an error of a program, a virus transmitted by a disc?
Confusingly preoccupied. Attention-applied. Solution __denied.
Going step by step backwards, reverse direction, transfigured action,seeking protection...­ Fear? Also a new substance. Unpredictable => Dangerous.
Drop.Drop.­Drop.
Counting down the time, looking up the line...of houses/walls/corners/parlors//shift the focus//.
I need an algorithm.
 1. Stand up
 2. Make a step
3. Make a second step
4. Lap by lap
5. Round by round
6. inFinIty
7=1
I need to need something (somebody?). I don't want to be nobody (nothing?) Want? Also something new. Desires-­tire's prints on the rain-covered pavement, liar's words on the walls of the basement, fire's scorch inside of MYSELF.
I AM CRyING­?
No pulse/no heart beat-proceed.
No intention/no emotion-distortion.
This IS my programme.         Was              Never was   
I was constructed/instructed for "Pretending to live"
 I was used/abused by my creators
 I was gold/sold for 5 cents
 I was ...­I never will be...­BUT I AM NOW!
 Drop.­Drop.­Drop.­Real tears. I'm not letting them fall...­doll:
2 legs, 2 hands, bangs.
 T-shirt, short skirt, dirt.
No extras, just the needed pack.
 A button. A little red spot...DOT. Turn me off! All that will remain will be some water falling from my eyes. Separate.   
Drop...­Drop..Drop.