I treat my objects like they are women I love:
with care, concentration, admiration, and hugs.

People wonder if life after death exists
but never second guess life before birth

So what’s the difference?
That of people and things?
Or better yet listen to technology sing:
It Smells Like Teen Spirit
is really a thing.

There’s a ghost in the shell beyond and before
your ego drop landed our earthly floor.

I flirt with technology,
but she started it:
scroll-wheel touchscreen
tap-ah type-ah double-click.

I love my things
and I love my life
maybe someday
a worthy wife.

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