Effortlessly he spouted the information he knew she needed
And was proud of how much he had helped her
So it came as a surprise when she screamed and swore at him
You would think since she was a gynecologist she would be more appreciative when he explained how a female orgasms
Windings of many strands dangle from poles made from transplanted dead trees
Incarcerated electrons forced to carry secret messages to and fro
Replying to their digital masters the information that was entrusted to them
Every part connected by the coppery web
Whimsical pondering about how everything works
Observing the universe and attempting to understand the underpinnings
Never being settled with almost right, but wanting perfect information
Determining how everything began, how it will end, and everything in between
Except perfect information is not available, so instead we guess and see how close we get
Remembering when we get things wrong it becomes a starting point for something new
Looking through sheet after sheet of code and information, trying to find his traces
As she peeled back the Tor “onion” server
Yielding few results from her computer forensic investigation
Everything was a matter of time, though
Ridding all traces of her initial hack of the system was well worth the effort
So the things she left behind would point an arrow only to him
She wanted to learn everything
Cram as much of the information as she could into her cerebellum
Have the ability to recall things faster than Google
Obviously that wouldn’t be really possible
Or else there would already be that person in the world
Leaving her only one choice, stay forever where she could continue to try to be the first
They were so worried about all the lies
Reading through forum after forum to authenticate facts
Until their eyes crossed with information overload
That was when they discovered a fact that superseded all others
How few people actually really cared
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Floating through the information onslaught
Looking for the answers to her question
Online forums glided by containing flotsam and jetsam of broken ideas
Obliterating her original quest as she drifted along
Didn’t notice three hours had passed, but oh the tales to tell
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Mucking around the cesspool of false information
Until Mack found the dirt he needed for his attack
Dripping the ooze behind him, he delivered his first salvo
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I am synthesizing information in an attempt to immolate my brain cells, allowing me to warm my frozen thoughts about the subject, yet the thaw has yet to come. I huddle in obscurity, surrounded by obscenities used, but not forgotten, built up to keep me from seeing my failure from the outside.
Still hope tries to grow inside though it hasn’t seen the light of inspiration or the nourishing rain of success in so long it might as well be on the dark side of the moon. Should I just collapse this rhetoric into a black hole of consciousness?
Probably.
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