Meeting in the Dark

I meet her in the dark corners of the web, I listened to everything she said. She was a star, a ten, a letter from a friend.

She was Russian, Chinese, American, Scandavian, all places at once but from nowhere. Running a rigged pyramid game that was no way fair.

Firewalls burned, routers fried, tinkers and taylors played eye spy. I’m sure I saw her bring bombs down from the sky.

Now as the dust settles and screens, one by one go blank, I wonder if she existed at all. She seemed like such a delicate thing to bring down every wall.

D Dec 2017

No I Will Not Fix Your Computer

There are millions of computer configurations running billions of different types of software. Never say your good with computers. Because apparently your supposed to be able to problem solve these machines over the telephone and know exactly what one of these trillion combinations you’re dealing with.

The irony is I’m self taught and not ‘qualified’ enough to work in the industry. That’s fine, you can fix your own computer I can continue my adventures on the dark net with the part of the population who actually know what their doing.

I do have a rule that only family get support now but the 3 hours I just spent on the phone to mum could have been spent doing my chores and having a bath. Now I’m all out of sync to tackle my demon psychiatrist tomorrow. Oh well there’s always clonazpam.

Pop’s lid ….

Peace

D