CAN’T WAIT FOR MY SWEET BURRITO BOY’S BIRTHDAY
HE’S GONNA BE SUPER OLD AND I GET TO PAMPER HIM
seen from Poland

seen from Poland
seen from Poland
seen from China
seen from Sweden
seen from China
seen from Slovakia
seen from Poland

seen from Malaysia
seen from Jordan
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States

seen from Australia
seen from Slovakia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from France
seen from United Kingdom
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seen from Estonia
CAN’T WAIT FOR MY SWEET BURRITO BOY’S BIRTHDAY
HE’S GONNA BE SUPER OLD AND I GET TO PAMPER HIM
Distance
Tiny words pushing up into my screen Tell me what you’ve seen and where you’ve been.
They can’t let me touch your skin, Or feel your heart, the pulse within.
The need to see your smile wells within my eyes, Longing measured in frowns and sighs.
I will never see you soon enough.
Thunder rumbling in the austere sky
but it’s louder inside of me.
There’s an absence at my side where you would be.
I think I found ultra-bae
He has the Final Fantasy soundtracks downloaded and we can geek out on those together!!
the next world
Innumerable bits, awake and asleep, blink in and out of consciousness.
To someone lost in their midst they would have no meaning or pattern,
random, arbitrary.
They cluster and writhe, wriggling into shapes and structures:
architecture that few can understand, flickering binary crawling insectlike over itself
to twist into meaning.
Like so many synapses, the living network of bits is a reflection
of not only the human consciousness, but of the universe itself,
the fabric of life.
Now we are the masters of a new universe: we built it with layers -
layers of abstraction and concretes, possibilities and hard limits. We used
the rules of this world to build the next.
(Was inspired. Some sciencey tech poetry about my one true love, data.)