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Thoughts & Emotions He Makes Love To His Microchips.
The World Outside Is A Cold, Dead, Blur.
His World Is Blue, And The White Cursor Blinks,
Coaxing Him,
"The Next Line Awaits."
He Hates To Sleep, He Hates To Eat, He Hates To Get Up
From His Padded Chair.
Cyberspace Has Claimed Another Victim.
Hi, Toni... What about "The Next Line Awaits" as a title for this one? I feel that this is a true and strong write, and would be better suited with a fitting title~ Such true sentiments about this day & age~ Think about a title, ok? Nice work!
Yeah, Rach, you know it's pretty sad when your boyfriend is dividing his time between "pussy" and pussy.
^whew!^ for a second there i thought you were talking about adam. but then i read the "hates to sleep" line and i knew that it couldn't possibly be him. anyway, it isn't so much cyberspace that is the love of his life. it's more those cursed games that are so far beyond my infantile understanding, i feel i am looking straight into a secret world of blah. .blah blah blah blah blah. but i should point out it is a close tie for second between 'Satan' and me...at least i hope it is. i can't stand the idea of losing to a cat.