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Like a wheelbarrow wheel after too many concrete dumps my hard drive squeaks. Maybe there is pressure inside, too much ink seeking karma, anxious to reincarnate as flecks of recycleness. Or maybe the hub drags from the thick pasty data layers never wiped clean by honest application. Or the platters unbalanced from the bloated and vapid notes we send in homage to a shrine of ourselves. Or the bearings crusted with the dust of ideas lost in magnetic labyrinths, mummies revolving in a pharaoh's tomb. ============================== Daniel A. Johnson 10/31/00 copyright 2000, Daniel A. Johnson, All rights reserved |
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