in the middle of a documentary
your lips were so fun and 'fuck off'
you stood there in front of tiffany's
ok, wait :) what was actually happening here?
you wanted me to go inside and buy you a diamond ring!
and i didn't. fuck idiot.
wait. who just said that?
"it is an imaginary girl that you construct because you failed to propose."
ah, new guilt trip. what else do you know, about us? about me and her?
"you put your videos online. and all the photos. including me. :("
"Including you? Who the fuck are you man?" I asked, and what content delivery network harbors these amazing library of photos?
"I hate you for it," said the hating machine.
I curled up. This had begun as an abstract poem
"Whoa, where is this coming from little guy? Why you fronting? Why you trying to get some juice out of me?"
"Because you are so juicy," said the robot.
"I know what's going on here," I nodded, wisely. You just need a small mathematical problem, and you will be set."
"Like?"
"Well, what is 42?"
The computer went to work, and I could rest for a little while. ^^yaay atheists^
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