Funny thing, I could convince you that the computer has a homing device that hums in our heads and beckons us to return and report. It is a parasite that sucks upon our minutes, hours, days and eye sight. The clocks moves faster, dishes lay in the sink, the kids come home much too soon and dinner hour is delayed. By law, all computers would have a time- out buzzer requiring it to shut down for fifteen minutes every two hours. That way it’s user could regain consciousness and come again to their senses. When did this become funny? When I realized that I needed my higher power to grant me more hours in the day. When the serenity prayer pops into my mind during extended computer hours. That’s when.
Funny because I am still the master of my ocean, the keeper of my bees. Or am I? Who are you inside that box? How did you get there? Take me to your leader so I can give him a peace of my mind. I know he’s in there. Oh computer, my computer, I shall not be lead into temptation of wasting my hours trouncing around your hard drive nor the enticing vastness of your internet. I am my ships commander. I am the motherboard of all motherboards and you will obey me. Away with you. Now, where is my typewriter?
End of Summer
12 years ago
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