8.02.2004

 
< adam >
made to survive in the wilderness,
my sight dulled from staring into monitors and televisions,
my hearing dim from electronically amplified music,
and my body slow and fatty from a life of sitting and being moved about by machines and the absence of any real and useful work needed for my survival;
i am a damaged specimen, an unhealthy beast that must soon fall to natural selection.
may the xylophone of love play loudly over our doom.
~adam

< 16:00 >< /adam >
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