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You ever get those days
When things just seeeooeeooeeeem to disconnect?
Y’know what I mean; when your brain feelshhhhh like
It’s surrounded in jelly with two liquorice allzzzzzzsorts
Instead of eyes.
The feeling when the woweoowweoowrds
On a sign imprint on your optic nerve
But don’t quite reach the brain?
Yeah, that feeling. Had it today,
Matter of fact,
Maybe it’s all that Half-Life Two: Deathmatch
I’ve been playing. Reality starts to shift
A bit. “Your ping is too high!”
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Nothing quite like smashing someone across
The virtual sidewalk with a cinderblock.
Or pinning them to the wall with a crossbow.
Hahaha.
He’s watching a comeeeeebeeeeedian now, Rhod
Gilbert, And is just...distracted. Not as funny as was hoping.
By what?
A sense of insshulation.
Is it me, or is it warm in here?
Warm in here?
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OK, reboot – head down the street. This
Is life and living and being alive.
But is one swimming or is one gliding?
Lights flickererer,
There’s a wall behind one’s eyes,
It’s playing something, some tune on loop.
One gets that occasionally.
(“She said my boy is DAGGERRR, oh yeahh...
duh-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh, duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh....”).
Have to bridge it. Have to bridge it.
Focus, damn you! Write!
I can’t even see the screen!
Try
To
Build
The
Bridge
That
Connects
It
All
And
Saves
You
The hassle of having to actually think too much because thatuhtuhtuh woulduhduh be dangeroushhh.
No, that canyon is deep and wide and a bit funky inside. Not to mention the hops and cheese and haricot beans.
Build,
Connect,
Build.
Even though you get the feeling
That somehow, somewhere,
Someone is pulling the plug.
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