Sorry if I worried anyone with my last poem, I feel entitled to express my rage here like Naomi Campbell does with her cell phone against her assistant’s heads. Nya mean? My method causes less bruising and is virtually lawsuit free, it’s a softer rage if you will. Gentle anger spit out in words, in a virtual plane of reality, ultimately to be forgotten within minutes. Since tossing my punches on this wall I’ve come into some lighter news!
With the out-heaval of my relationship and influx of new stress to swim in, I’ve somehow managed to:
– find some apartments to look at that I’m very excited about
– find solace in my wonderful friends who rally around me shooting happy bullets at potential oppression
– find continuous distraction through my work, which grows exponentially daily as we approach the Olympics
– find newfound confidence in the rebuilding and revitalizing of my new life
– find immense physical and mental strength to see me through the so-called hurdles
It’s not all muddied poo in the river Dung.
Back to the land of smiley-snax and tasty bitz ~ the next item on the list of cheer is ROBOTS! Who doesn’t love a good Robot?? Their shiny façade, their blank stare, their willingness to please, their shiny metallic lustre! Robots make the future look like a fabulously fun land of clinks and beeps.
The acclaimed Czech playwright Karel Capek (1890-1938) made the first use of the word ‘robot’, from the Czech word for forced labor or serf. How sad to think that most robots are slaves to our whims and fancy? Wouldn’t it be fun to have robot friends? Think of the loyalty, the hours of soulful interaction with something that has no soul…interesting indeed.
Ever seen the 1927 cult classic ‘Metropolis’? You should. I think I’ll build my next boyfriend out of old hair crimpers.
That is all. *whhhrrrr*