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Letter to Myself


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Dear Rabid Cur

Rabid because I detest the sickness that has plagued you

You have become a pathetic shallow husk of our former self,

Degraded to be a mere leech of sadness and loneliness,

Ever pawing at the past when there is no loop just “Press Play”

Addicted to wallowing in ifs and sorry,

Daydreaming of what was, could and would have been,

Your morbid humor now soggy and as tasteful as oats,

No more she is ,no more will ever be,

Just ever present as the bright blue sky and just as unreachable,

Cast down your hopes as Icarus when wax met heat,

No more I dare say, no more…

Scream no more of such fallacy as;

I can be,

I will be,

I should be…for You ARE!

You are the beast,

Just like one, hide in the shadows,

Back whence we came, away from hope’s light

It’s not for you…it is not for US,

Only for those that are worthy…

Cower and hide with Me where it’s safe,

Safe to be the beast,

Safe to be wrong,

Safe to wrong rights,

Safe from that “maybe” light

For only in strongest light can there be strong shadow…

We were once friends, let us be brothers once more,

Raise arms with the mob of voices,

Let us guide you in the safety of the dark,

We will stand by you now and forever,

We will be your joy,

We will be your strength,

We will be YOU!

Just YOU and ME….

(Insert mob laughter)

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Never again be quick to forget who YOU are,

Never again be a burden,

Never again be weak,

Never again be quick to silence us…

Steel yourself with the past,

You have learnt from it.

Worry not for your future,

For WE are part of it!

P.S Don’t make US more pathetic than you have already made yourself.

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B my Valentine


Since my Valentine got a computer
My love life has taken a hit.
Nothing I say is important
Unless it’s a byte or a bit.
Before she got her new laptop,
Everything was just fine;
Now she says we can’t talk
Unless we both go online.
“But honey,” I said, “I’m attached to you;
Love is what I feel.”
“That keyword isn’t relevant,”
She said, with eyes of steel.
She clicked the keyboard furiously;
The screen was all she could see,
And then to my horror and shame,
She started describing me:
“Your motherboard needs upgrading;
Your OS needs help, too.
And you definitely need a big heatsink
To cool your CPU.”
“Don’t flame me, my sweet,” I pleaded.
“Not on Valentine’s Day.”
“Fix the bugs, and I’ll see,” she said,
While looking at me with dismay.
“What ever you want, my darling;
Whatever you need; you call it.
I’ll upload or download anything,
And then I’ll go install it.”
(Her hostile CD keeps replaying,
And though I don’t want to fight her,
Is this what I want for a Valentine?
I’ve been burned; can I rewrite her?)
“Are you all hard drive now,” I asked
“Is there no software in you?
Don’t you remember the good times?
Let our memories see us through.”
“LOL,” she said to me, chuckling.
“You’re nothing but adware.
“I’ve got four gigs of memory;
I’ve got no problem there.”
“Please, honey, we can save it,” I said.
“Our love means more than that.”
“That’s not in my cache; we’re going to crash,”
She said, as she turned me down flat.
(This woman has really changed;
Do I really want to chase her?
More and more I’m thinking
It might be nice to erase her.)
“Aw, honey, don’t talk like that,” I said.
“Can’t we just plug and play?
I hereby accept default,
And I’m yours, my love, come what may.
My goal is to make you happy;
I want to be your portal,
But your sudden, distant coldness
Would test the strongest mortal.
If we need a brand new interface,
So we can FTP,
I’m your go along, get along guy,
And I want you to stay with me.”
“If you want to get into my favorites,” she said,
And you want to get past my encryption,
If you want to get through my firewall,
Here is my only prescription.”
“First, put up your own Web site,
And e-mail me when it’s done.
I’ll check your page rank with Google,
And tell you if you’re the one.”
My life has become a real trial,
Since my Valentine got a computer.
If I want her to care about me again,
I guess I’ll have to reboot her.