Obsessed with Conformity
let's all stay on topic, shall we?
Ode to W.W.
We wake up and type words into blank spaces
hoping that they latch on somewhere.
Like filament from a spider.
Before this, we kept our words mostly to ourselves.
Or tucked them away under our pillows in books with zippers and locks.
It was a world in which only the privileged were allowed to be spiders.
The dawning of a new day.
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October 12, 2012
