My computer's broken,
But somehow I'm still here.
I can still emote -
I am surprised,
'Cos I thought It'd leave me hollow;
A ghost,
Chasing my digital shell.
I'd be not myself,
Everything gone;
Save for teeth, for eyes.
My itunes has ceased.
All the old stuff I wrote,
On an indefinite hiatus,
because I won't send
My external self
To Toshiba.
It can hibernate for longer,
Poised;
To reintigrate itself
With my physical world.
I can't wait,
To listen to Dangerous Liaisons
And re-know what I once wrote.
This is my Alexandria,
Lying dormant,
In a plastic coma.
I cannot wait,
Though i have to wait,
Because student loans don't pay
To cover contingency,
After I doused Toshiba in rum,
Just one too many times
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