Monday, September 13, 2010
If I knew the odd, I'd resistor.
There are a thousand plates, some conductive, all chipped.
Do you believe you can charge anything at all at this distance?
By which distance I mean the space between your pupils.
One of them has written a better novel.
Than you, digitally.
If he dies tonight, that is one less of me that there is, one less than five.
Breaking the circuit.
If you die tomorrow, the rest of us can remain atheists.
But if you are only very sick, some one, I do not know which
one, will probably begin to pray to the machine.
Later, I will not ever pray, but I may fast because now
I slow. I damn damn, I mean analog, slow. I mean, damn.
Posted by kirsten at 6:28 PM