Prose(d): Measures and Connections

[nfotxn]

Metaphors and puzzles, we share metaphors and puzzles. And you understand because you're so beautiful, just like me. I thought I was the only one but nobody else understands. Oh, the metaphors and puzzles that we share with. My best beloved, if I may.

Like a pin prick or a bee sting an extended nervous system orgasm. At 2am, alone and connected with broadband... width all we can solicit in each other is some seed.

And even at 45km/h it won't catch you by morning

Biased pictures sneering and boasting but really only a huge collection of numbers perfectly arranged. And you have your suitors lined similarly coiffed digitally perfect alignment, auto levels and an angle that outlines your jaw. And defines your lusted Cro-Magnon virility

But complex, complex oh so COMPLEX! My interests, oh so many that disaggregates me into a mere image of my ideal self. That is an image of a collection in a table on a database of data on disk to look at.

Look at me in the morning, look at me at 2AM and feel that sensation in your pants. Speed towards me at 45km/h.

We’re connected with RJ-45 and sending 15ml of yourself at a time. Complex, complex, complex.

Comments

[visualeffect.livejournal.com]

Brodie, an awesome display of words. Suffice to say...complex, complex, complex.

[dizzi-d.livejournal.com]

And now, turn it into a spoken word performance and distribute it online!

[dirtyglamour.livejournal.com]

*snaps* It's like poetry that a computer would write. I've always liked deconstructing reality...it all seems so absurd when you break it down like that.