I felt cold after you left
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So I put another blanket on and slept

I've caught myself talking to my orchid.
Surprise myself when I call her, Baby,
As in: Baby, you could use some water.
She gets watered once a week, fifteen minute bath.
Been doing this for several years,
And she blooms for a few weeks.
I call her Molly.
Should I get help.
The dychotomy is,
She never utters a word,
But man,
Does she bloom with purity.

Hey buddy you're funny you make me smile
Oh yeah well why don't you sit with me for a while
I'll tell all about my fake shattered smile


Found my brother
******* about me at my back
Why call him a brother
When dignity he lacks


Well I want to stick in his face some darts
He ain't nothing, not worth a real brother's farts

Oh well yeah that's a funny one


Someone weeping said to me
I have a broken heart
I said to her well
I have one too..!

What do we get when we combine two broken hearts?
She smiled and said softly a new heart

I smirked and said no lady that's two broken hearts...



Just the pain shared
Die a thousand times love dared...


A small doubt that someone cared
Expecting some help being scared



The humor is just a mask
The sarcasm just does the task
Why so serious you ask?
Try living in havoc's flask.

jia jia of supple plastic face
gracefully arranged hair
hands that gesture, eyes that roll
a lifelike porcelain doll
docile ****** expressions
perfect height to weight ratio
fluent in English and Mandarin
soothing, well-modulated tone
what can I do for you, my Lord?

the creator's goal
to refine programming
until jai jai can laugh and cry
learn to interact naturally
he calls her his
robot goddess
a wet-dream confection
with none of the messiness
of a full-fleshed playgirl

though she is artificial
and cannot feel
I pity my non-sentient sister
controlled by design
submission absolute
maybe she can fill
the hole left by women
who abandon conformity
to seek being real