a large room,
no, a really,
unimaginably
large room,
with a typewriter
in the center
-
the words
“free yourself”
are already spoken,
and underlined,
in the center
of the page
-
there is no blinking cursor,
no glowing white field
-
an iron sight
holds the paper down
so you can
torture or nurture
or shun or ****** it
with both
precision and accuracy
-
careful though,
you can drift
beyond the walls of your
supposedly
big room
in the length of a page
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
a large room,
no, a really,
unimaginably
large room,
with a typewriter
in the center
-
the words
“free yourself”
are already spoken,
and underlined,
in the center
of the page
-
there is no blinking cursor,
no glowing white field
-
an iron sight
holds the paper down
so you can
torture or nurture
or shun or ****** it
with both
precision and accuracy
-
careful though,
you can drift
beyond the walls of your
supposedly
big room
in the length of a page
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