A paunchy, middle aged, mid ranged woman rushes past me as I walk out of the annex; headphone and charger wires dangle pitifully from her pocket like some sort of gory display of a wounded android. Her dull silver hair is matted down and feathered in a way that only a car a/c on high can replicate. "A fine specimen", I say to my self. She is in a hurry, I imagine she needs to get those mangled wires to a power source very quickly before her battery powers down and her binary code is wiped out from the system.
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jamesbackus (
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Welcome to the forum.
Love your desciption of today's wired life. Very nicely done.
Thanks man, all my writings on this site will be influenced by my current job as a second shift houseman.
this is the age
The graveyard, one of my favorite places. Haha, I know what it's like, hang in there bro.
A well put commentary on our wired world of today. I like your poem, James.
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