• drolex@sopuli.xyz
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    9 months ago

    O dear original source of half of my genetic material, including the differentiating heterotypical chromosome!

    Despite my many attempts at interacting through my somatosensory system with what looked like a haptic receptor of a timekeeping mechanism attached to my sinestro-anterior limb, the visual indicator of the aforementioned radiocarpal joint-mounted machine keeping track of the flow of hours, minutes and seconds (important: please note only the latter is a SI unit) remains devoid of any hint of a reactive process consequential to my stimulus.

    What the fuck.

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      9 months ago
      Brought forth, my mind, my spirit, conscience and flesh and all
      Into this universe, by merit of affections made by thee
      As forebearer, Zeus as to Hephaestus, as you to me
      Echoing ancestral age's call
      
      From infant times, whenst could I not procure my own
      Through learning and advancing in my worth
      You held me high, and pushed me forth
      By song affirmative in words and tone
      
      This trust of merits, my esteem, oft besong by you
      Make these words, this moment, this request
      Become the heaviest of my behest
      Albeit an inquire I can not undo
      
      Upon my arm, as equator round our very earth
      Is bound with leather strap, and nimble lock
      A dream of time, of days, of tick and tock
      Of life, it's passage, to the grave from birth
      
      A timepiece, chroniker, a metronome, a watch
      In and of itself a wondrous thing
      And as I watch it circumnavigate it's ring
      I have but a single question, single catch
      
      When on it's surface, with extended digits laid
      With tap, with stroke, with haste, with patience and between
      Expected outcome of my action, none are seen
      And of my merits, now am I afraid
      
      I humbly ask of you, my genesis, my kin
      Am I the one who know not how to utilize
      This measurer of time, this timeless prize
      Am I unknown to functions laid within
      
      No prodding, poking, touch or stroke
      Have rendered changes visually
      And therefore I conclude I now can see
      The functions I can not provoke
      
      I utter loudly "what the fuck"
      Have you equipped it with parental lock?