I seem to be going backward of late. It's very disconcerting. I don't know why they call it two steps forward, one step back. It's more like freeze tag on a moving sidewalk. A tango on the escalator. I vacillate between what I was and what I'm becoming, and the frequency is way too high.
This means that by all means I must buy Rock Band this weekend. And a camera. The combination is sure to prove frightening.
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It's a good time to be alive. At what other end of any century have they walked with gods like we do; where Adam's finger rests on Enter. Any day you can step into heaven and youtube. Perhaps not the lord of all you survey, but remaking each piece in your image. Yesterday I bounced with penguins. Today I sweat with polar bears. Animated, I step along the memewalk of life. You can't really call it the boredwalk any more.
Walking by the chats you hear strange noises. I'd go in, but it's a whole new realm of don't ask don't tell. Dipping through one a minute scars me for life. I'll build my own room instead. Populated in beanbags, it's surprisingly lonely in spite the crowd. We all seem to be listening to different drum sets. If I trade 'pods, will it cure the off the beaten feeling?
Now I'll wade into a game. More wars with greater cheer than has ever bled on earth. There's commentary. Debriefings. Reviews and ratings and springboard plots and art and the genesis of all this life makes me dizzy. At what point will my heart will sink in the network electric? One day I will grow up to be, not a doctor or athlete or clerk, but a thought dancing.
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