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Cyber Junkie (Free verse) by J.B. Manning

I’m am a slut to life’s conjuncture A symptom of conjecture The human condition I’m sick with it We stink of it And wallow in it happily Merrily dancing in shit Like the pigs from which we eat Devouring our very form As it lies beneath our feet Reflecting our purity Or the illusion of it Man and beast are but severed by our thoughts Nothing short of time can commend the dying And everything between us is a lie ‘Tis life of which I speak this manor of it fades into the night as into day not walking, but falling we are and laughing still today where many men have faced their dreams and children in their nightmare days would scream there’s little left to assume between our very own connections and I am rotting inside beside you With a wisp of wanting breath I die Into the depths of my own conception Dance with me my devil child Dance We are superstars and no one else can see us Jack in cyber junkie I’ve got what you need On your knees I said On Your Knees!

nentwined 17-Sep-03/9:36 AM
pleasantly fun. a couple points where I'm not sure if you meant what you say or not (manor or manner? both make sense... "a wisp of wanting breath?" waning? or... I can kinda see wanting, but not quite a wisp of it. leaning towards wanting "separated by our thoughts" to be "separated by our thought" ...

"die" into the depths, or "dive" into the depths? cna see both, but it's not entirely clear that it's not a typo.

7.5, leaning towards 7 for now.




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