Twinkling Bells

absent minded poetry

Do you hear them?
Ringing. Silver bells.
They ripped themselves from the motherboard.

To think of life as such,
funny pieces of hardware making a multi-celluar software roam this land -- devoid of purpose.
Devoid of reason.

Take it in, you're only halfway there.

Scrap made, and scrap-to-be, when will it correct?
Because you can only fall so far, after all.

This little pseudo-godtype regime can only pull you so far, little amygadala housecat.

Any farther, and you can't bounce back.

Check your savestate.