Lost Love Lust

Tags: room

• Drive C: soul.

  I like that its cold in this room.
  The light clicking of the keys implies words being created.
  This desk is gray, the screen white.
  It’s all primary.
  Innate.
  The computers are much like the human body.
  Silent, somber, and sedated on the outside.
  On the inside, vibrant, violent, and voracious.
  Much like the soul, these computers contain portals to the outside world.
  A [...]

• 11:11.

  Mister Lover Man, you have a package.
  Cheese is yellow, and pears are green.
  Life is dandy, and you’re a pansy.
  Carry a box, find me a fox.
  Lovely money, and funny tummy.
  Bake it, Make it, Fake it.
  Yum, Rum, Gum.
  Room, Groom, Boom.