The millions of pixels glittering fancily,
with the digitized smiles and modem madness
sending signals flashing like stellar
paraphernalia over and through the satellites
and the fiber optics, blasting your face with
mans satiric scheme, cut and paste, now you
have your reality, but really your electric
empathy has led to your system failure, and
your hard drive heart has crashed, and now
you must reboot reality, cut and paste,
profound serenity all because...
"You have mail."
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