Being ensnared by all this multi-media malarky has it's merits. It provides me with a platform on which to indulge my need to harp on incessantly.
I am now lost to second. Entirely swept away by it.
Not good enough.
Not good.
Inside second I am white. Not even grey.
Translucent.
Invisible.
Within second I am dead. Not here.
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