Today, I wrote a poem.

Aug 25, 2005 13:56

A Sonnet In Which A Microwave Is Once Again Personafied ( Read more... )

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shattrxrxdtruth August 25 2005, 20:39:47 UTC
:( Now I want to cry.

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severedprincess August 25 2005, 23:28:13 UTC
poor microwave.
poor pants!

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__ions August 26 2005, 07:26:59 UTC
Mystical deaths on two inanimate objects? Should I be weary of the TV or computer when I leave them alone in my room? In their solitude through out the day have they built some repressed delusion that I am the source of all discomfort in their existance? Or do I fear the microwave? I'm sorry I don't know you and you don't know me, but I found you becuase I need more people to to talk to.

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imsosmartnot August 26 2005, 16:49:29 UTC
"repressed delusion"!? Not hardly. You are the appliance enslaver!

This was no ordinary microwave, however. We knew from the first poem where the microwave is personafied that it was infact not a microwave, but a whale (in disguise). Perhaps other, natural, applicances are more contented with their dharma. Maybe they delight in serving you. Or maybe not.

About the not knowing me thing, that is actually an illusion. You just didn't know that you knew me.

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