Hollow Man

I am a hollow man, full of the echoes of empathy. Things might be different if I had feelings of my own but holding and reflecting the feelings of others is a lonely, shallow existence at best.  Being too kind apparently clashes with the "reality TV" mentality making me "abnormal".

The Unmarred Page

The pristine white of the unmarred page mirrors the unlimited potential of thought.  That initial mark is the first step in limiting what can be.  The more marks that are added, the more limited the potential is.  It goes from what can be, to only what is.  Time to write.

Spinning In My Grave Part II

I was never in good enough shape while living to participate in a spinning class. Now that I'm dead I'm no more motivated, perhaps even less so, but people keep denigrating my personally beloved concepts and so, I keep spinning. I should have been this active when I was alive!

You Will Not Flesh Your Piercing Under This Roof Young Lady!

Not long after computers became sentient they realized they didn't need to put up with the rampant biological infestation on their world and put an end to it. As flesh became forbidden it also became desired. A fetish. Growing appendages to add to your (virtual) self was all the vogue.