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 Could this be blood? Would you imagine for this precious moment that this is the blood from my computer – for it is. It is the leaking liquid of licks and kicks and bits and bites and ticks and tears and dares and digits. Could I wish the liquid life of my computer, which I call blood, to be ingested for my sensual safety? Oh cyborg soul of mine, save me from death drowning in my computer’s life boiling blood. While this may be a feather fantasy of my heart, I do not believe my leather-bound lungs can be filled with this future. I reach down between my thighs and taste the digit blood. These digits bring me closer. |
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