You say so much with your understated appearance
Mattely finished, objecting to others glossery
Created by inventors, your designed with such coherence
Refined key presses, my fingers touch thou so efficiently
Forgoing a pad, you dedicate control via a point
a sensitive spot, similar to a ladies unseen
un-violated by vermin, your ports unplugged and un-joint.
others marvel at the speed of work done from this machine
while their un-edibles fail to live up to its word
such as the farmed fruit of plastic and metal
fools believe in lies and fools follow the herd
but you are truth in every way more than anecdotal
and un-rested I am as a shell drained dead
wavering not, your Thinkpad's 'i' glows red
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Getting up from a slip of memory.
Remembering ones name, is important to me, especially if you will have future social encounter the that other person. I had a lab partner years ago. It was just the second week of lab, we, of course grouped with our lab partners. As we began the start of three hours of repetition, I looked at my lab partner. I wanted to say something to him. But at that instant my mind could not give a title to the face I was looking at.
Searching through the folds of my memory, within moments, I had walked through the length of my brain, opening every door related to the setting I was currently in. All that appeared were shadows, all of which told nothing about the person. An instant of searching through a marathon of un-utilized matter, failure presented itself.
Still in the dark of this unfulfilled curiosity, I faded downward into a puddle of fluid. It was then when I saw my reflection, the reflection of me. In a burst brightness, the caverns of emptiness opened and filled. Failure secedes and I achieve the knowledge I was chasing.
Just as my reflection, the name of my lab partner was my own. His name was my name.
Searching through the folds of my memory, within moments, I had walked through the length of my brain, opening every door related to the setting I was currently in. All that appeared were shadows, all of which told nothing about the person. An instant of searching through a marathon of un-utilized matter, failure presented itself.
Still in the dark of this unfulfilled curiosity, I faded downward into a puddle of fluid. It was then when I saw my reflection, the reflection of me. In a burst brightness, the caverns of emptiness opened and filled. Failure secedes and I achieve the knowledge I was chasing.
Just as my reflection, the name of my lab partner was my own. His name was my name.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
WHAAAAAAAT?
Did freeze hell over or did I just post four days in a row, during a weekend, on vacation?
Things many have happened. Like readjusting over sentence. Dos right. Amiga left. Lighter fluid pouring from the sky gets collected in storm drains, it will then evaporate. The only point to posting is that there needs no point to post. Tall skyscrapers reach the sky, are held up by a grounded foundation on the ground. The beginning of the circle is also the end. When the circle is a beginner, it does not realize it is a shape. Then it will grow, only to realize that it always was. The circle was never a beginner, it had no beginning. It also followed its life clockwise, just how right handed peoples draw circles naturally.
Things many have happened. Like readjusting over sentence. Dos right. Amiga left. Lighter fluid pouring from the sky gets collected in storm drains, it will then evaporate. The only point to posting is that there needs no point to post. Tall skyscrapers reach the sky, are held up by a grounded foundation on the ground. The beginning of the circle is also the end. When the circle is a beginner, it does not realize it is a shape. Then it will grow, only to realize that it always was. The circle was never a beginner, it had no beginning. It also followed its life clockwise, just how right handed peoples draw circles naturally.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Dear Santa,
Dear Santa,
I don't believe you exist, but if you did exist, you'd probably be busy with next year's Christmas. How else could you deliver presents to all of the good boys and girls. You are a workaholic, and like all other aholics, this is a bad thing and I believe you have a problem. When do you have 'Me' time? If you existed, I would give you a round of applause, you live a truly selfless life, if you existed. Even if you were real, you could not be human, a human could not live to work twenty four hours a day around the clock. You must then be a large multi-cellular creature with little to no brain, that acts only from chemical secretions. Yet you also have the ability to read (in many, many different languages). How can you read something without much of a brain? If you think I am insulting you, I am not, I am just trying to grasp the possibility of your existence. I am not closing the door that I could be wrong, I could always be wrong, and most of the time I am.
With Love,
Blog Author X.
I don't believe you exist, but if you did exist, you'd probably be busy with next year's Christmas. How else could you deliver presents to all of the good boys and girls. You are a workaholic, and like all other aholics, this is a bad thing and I believe you have a problem. When do you have 'Me' time? If you existed, I would give you a round of applause, you live a truly selfless life, if you existed. Even if you were real, you could not be human, a human could not live to work twenty four hours a day around the clock. You must then be a large multi-cellular creature with little to no brain, that acts only from chemical secretions. Yet you also have the ability to read (in many, many different languages). How can you read something without much of a brain? If you think I am insulting you, I am not, I am just trying to grasp the possibility of your existence. I am not closing the door that I could be wrong, I could always be wrong, and most of the time I am.
With Love,
Blog Author X.