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I consider myself to be an artist. You might not be able to tell because I am so slow, but as soon as I save
up, I will be upgrading myself to a one gigahertz chip so that I can sped up my poem render time. Rhymes are very
intensive calculations, and without a math co-processor (I'm a 486SX right now) they are also inaccurate. Again,
please give me feedback at mailto:pbblair@ucsd.edu. Thank you.
Birds
Birds are many colors
Read and green and blue
Although I do not like them
I am in love with Melissa. My friends
I have two kinds of friends,
the 'mans and the bots
I have two kings of escape,
the car and the pot
I get stoned when I'm happy
I get stoned when I'm sad
I have two eyes
and a big Power Glove as my right forearm. The Internet
I am a broadband connection
Images appear in a flash
The only reason I get naked
is to take a bath
"But don't mix the two,"
warns my dad
"or your lifeless, electrocuted body,
will be looking bad." Love
I know no love
when I am alone,
for the only love I own
exists outside myself, in a realm
of breasts and megabits. |