![]() Twinkling BellsA Poem by Number79![]() absent minded poetry![]()
Do you hear them?
Ringing. Silver bells. They ripped themselves from the motherboard. To think of life as such, funny pieces of hardware making a multi-celluar software roam this land -- devoid of purpose. Devoid of reason. Take it in, you're only halfway there. Scrap made, and scrap-to-be, when will it correct? Because you can only fall so far, after all. This little pseudo-godtype regime can only pull you so far, little amygadala housecat. Any farther, and you can't bounce back. Check your savestate. © 2022 Number79 |
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