The |\|00b-Bluelight.

[Xherrus]

Something draws my attention to myself
In a flash, sitting in front of this big gay glowing screen.

What the fuck am I doing here?
Browsing Bluelight -- wasting my time.
"How did I end up like this?" I ask myself.
"Take a good hard look at yourself, you arse-hole, you cunt!"
Sitting inert, a slave to idiocy.

Vulnerable, easily tempted by the posts of a thousand others; nay, a million.
Self-conscious now and furious, yet glad for the finality.
"You've got to stop this now."

There must be a better way,
This doesn't achieve anything.

Where did my childhood go -- and what happened to my RedHat Linux Installation Disk #3?
Ahh, there's the cunt.

Sitting inert, brainwashed by bastardry;
Trapped in one of the diabolical devices of mankind.

I'd rather go and put my penis in a sock: soft, cozy, safe...
And less of a waste of time.

Love. 8) And death.

 

[.dR spgeddi]

i'll try not to take "a slave to idiocy" too personally. afterall, in some weird way i feel like your talking to me!

belonging is something that you adjust to and then others accept your presence.

 

[Xherrus]

i'll try not to take "a slave to idiocy" too personally. afterall, in some weird way i feel like your talking to me!

No, no. The poem describes a raging attack of self-consciousness. It's not about belonging either, it's about the choices we make.