ghosts & admissons

At a 100 words a minute I'm taking my time

As if you weren’t perfect enough already, now you’re a cybernetic organism. Seeing your IP address late at night is flirtatious, knowing your operating system is alluring. A Mac eh? That’s sexy and close to home, and in this case familiarity no longer breeds contempt.

Now if you would only permit me to place my fingers on you I swear I could come up with something compelling. I could punch out something dripping with pathos; you’d be disgusted at just how easy imagery comes to mind to produce the required intrigue to make you a thrilling ride right until the end.

You’re a tough read; but it’s worth it.

Labels: the robocalypse, uncontrollable urges

posted by El Chupacabra @ 10:54 AM