oh what a terrible conundrum
my eyes are bloodshot and strained from staring at this computer screen
huddled around it like its my nightlight because im afraid of real people.
i'll sit and watch the stars go by on my screensaver
no need to date,
there are plenty of chat rooms available
maybe throw out an ad or two if your dominant hand gets tired.
the only thing i have yet to find, is a way to make food with a computer. By far, a microwave/notebook computer would be the wave of the future.
long live the anti social obesity program for the future.
hail the tyranny of technology that turns your soul into yes or no questions placed in an algorithm
where carpal tunnel will rule alongside your bedsores that collect all the apathetic flesh as it drips off your bones
and when it's sunny out let the UV radiation make your skin boil and your eyes burn like you are staring into the epicenter of an atom bomb.
Oh you cold plastic square, you are the drive to my world. my one true friend. a fighter, a lover.
a slave to me as i am a slave to you.
so who wants to go streaking?
peace.
