Computer Blues Rant : Angie Mason

So this cyber life I lead is so very odd and lonley. All my friends and relationships have been reduced to how many friend folders I have in my inbox or how many buddies are on my chat list. I feel like a cyborg with such a big exstention of my existence being a computer. You can judge this book by her desktop. you can judge this book by her font choices in her menu heads. You can judge this book by her sleek compact design and dual processor whatever. But remember staring at your monitor too long gives you headaches and typing too often gives you carpal tunnel syndrome. Be sure to have no history settings on to erase your footsteps. Be sure to have all passwords set to enter.Ah if life were like this in the real what fucked up lives we would lead. But it is the real since we are our computers. This false identity no history life is not for me though. I like the past. i like memories. I like who i am who ever that is. If only when things got real bad in life I could shut down, restart, delete or run disk aid on my brain to see what the problem is. I could adjust as necessary in the control panels and system folders. I am human with faults and footsteps and history and no passwords needed to enter. Time to shutdown and plug into life no more waiting for processing just live and experience the real. Just let me check my email first. -
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Untitled Splurt : Angie Mason

Drenched in Dressings of disguise
Move to mountains of mums the word
Speak no speech in songs of sin
Dance with shoes of sorrow
Tap Tip Tap Tip Tap them down
Drenched in dressings all the while
clenched in fists is my style.

Hum the word when mums the word.
No never speak a speck of speech.
Quiet storms are strong inside.
Gonna Move and flood you drown
My silent whispers blow trees down.-
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