Saturday, October 3, 2009

2010 Version 2.1

I have to tell you something.

I'm sorry.
Because I was masturbating while you were pouring your heart out to me last night
on MSN.

I'm sorry,
that this computer screen in front of me is a fogged window that I control,
that I use to keep you at a distance.

I'm sorry, that you only see what I want you to.
Profile: polished.
Stats: carefully biased.
Likes: tailored to help me
fit in.

This mask is powered by Google.
This multi coloured cloak was designed on Facebook.
My soul is a One and a mother-FUCK load of Zeros
stored on a server somewhere in California.

I'm [not] sorry.

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