Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Oh hallow internet. Here we meet again. I whimpering at your lack of amusement. You apathetic and aloof as I press the keys that attempt to tickle you.  
That attempt to tickle you into such a state of distraction that you let me link to something joyous. Perhaps I am redirecting emotions of angst given me from a different source.
A source whose veins flow with blood, not information
Perhaps you do not deserve my cynicism.  
But you shall get it.  
My dear hallow crutch.  
You are getting it.

1 comment:

  1. Oh dear... yes! Gosh yes. I've been here. Wasting away time doing absolutely nothing wishing for something more than this hollow internet.


And out of the void a voice came.