graytronic clouds sit on the face of the sky, error-beeping half-heartedly at the gathering insignificance...
cordless touch-tone people speed by, busy signals firmly in hand...
a viagra-addled bob dole has unknowingly
lost his horizontal hold as
i learn all over again that a watched
mailbox never boils...
home test kits reveal that my id
has been drafted into the war between the sexes by mistake, by a typo the
finest spellchecks on earth couldn't find....
in room-studded virginia, men genetically engineer jingle-emitting tuna as i remain unable to recall the contents of my bottom dresser drawer....
sensors on the moon record the slightest tremor while rich kids wearing munch's scream play doom with rent-to-own angst....
i wait in vain for a rainbow-colored fax to arrive with satan's latest bid for my soul... alas, he has lost out to a boy in halifax who logged onto ebay against two of his mother's three wishes....
on-line radar reveals that it's
as cold as a crypt's bidet in halifax, and the wind bangs the past against
the windows all night long...
listening to the quartz hum of a
digital watch made by asian girls in caves, keeping an ear out for the
sirens of the airborne express truck about to deliver the latest version
of the future to my door, i ask jeeves for 5 seconds of banner-free sunshine,
then settle for a bootleg britney spears pic when a poorly coded html photon
takes too damn long to download....
(out of respect for future generations,
the preceding was written without tapping into the social security surplus
even once....)
(©1999 by anonymous)
