Hun,
my monitor’s gone and let its smoke out,
‘n this ozone smell’s filled the air,
‘n I’ve got molten plastic stringing from fingertips.
the shut-down, the giving-up,
there ain’t a reboot from that.
We’re not runnin’ from drive,
that’s smoked out too,
just us and whatever’s left in the fast-fading RAM.
Won’t be long ’til it just stops…
There ain’t a reboot.
Whatever comes from this, ain’t the same machine.
No matter the parts that get shoved in.
Once the smokes been let free,
it don’t ever work again.
Machines run on smoke,
they say,
‘n when you let it out, they don’t work again.
intemperatetouch
