Blue MondayAdam Fieled
Inside out, upside-down, round & round. Now it’s cyber, in screen-space, our dance is, on the Net, it is. A post posted post-haste. I’m a cipher, propping up a pungent myth, academic feminists might go for. I sit alone, screened, screams churning in guts, undone. Group grope blog bloke, that’s me, player in three, fuck in words cuts too, I & you two, cut & pasted.
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