Join me, wind of Freon,
To watch a tinted terrain turn,
Green from Brown,
Let's travel the world in a 14 inch screen,
Jamming papers in printing machines...
An LED flickers, a beep and I exist?
Electrons in a LAN cable clash in my conflicts,
Magnetic tapes spin my hypothesis,
As I smile in a colon and parenthesis.
Join me, in my conversations,
With a grey box having circular perforations,
And let me build a montage for you,
Alt-Tabbing through Deja Vu.
Run the mill all day long,
Until Asthalin finds us a swansong,
Tonight, we share an escape plan,
With a tubelight and a ceiling fan.
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