No. 2

Oh, the infinite uses of a keyboard.
Oh, the wast infinity of the world wide web.

I have developed a healthy addiction to cyberspace.
My young spine is starting to bend forward.
I listen to the hardware hum.

I type into endless spaces, onto whole fields of virtual paper waiting to be marked by me.
Me.
Meeeeeeeeeeee.
Hear my gentle scream with your virtual ear.

I shall not cook today. Neither pasta nor rice.
I shall write this blog.

I shall not go out. It is getting cold. I am a room-person until April.
I shall write this blog.

I shall not do all those other things necessary to a wholesome life.
I shall write this blog.

I am aroused.