I treat my objects like they are women I love: with care, concentration, admiration, and hugs.
People wonder if life after death exists but never second guess life before birth existed.
So what’s the difference? That of people and things? Or better yet listen to technology sing: It Smells Like Teen Spirit is really a thing.
There’s a ghost in the shell beyond and before your ego drop landed our earthly floor.
I flirt with technology, but she started it: scroll-wheel touchscreen tap-ah type-ah double-click.
I love my things and I love my life maybe someday a worthy wife.