Sunday, September 05, 2004
foolish things.
Like the viruses which run unchecked in my laptop, wrecking havoc and activating at whim, my own life is inextricably riddled with worms. They're of a different breed. Not picky. Undiscerning. They don't practise discrimination. Whimsically plowing through without any purpose, other than annihilation. Leaving a trail of debris in their wake. Who would pick up the pieces? Hollowed out by the dire consequences of my actions. My own choice. The anti-virus programme in my laptop had long been disabled. Time to bring in the big guns and reformat Karl. It'd be virus-free, but also data-free. I hesitate to wipe the slate clean. It doesn't make things easier, but I yearn for a choice to reformat myself. Hobson's choice. You fool.
she procrastinated @ 22:05 |
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