Sometimes my mail Stacks up for days and days and Email? The same. (Technically not a haiku if you pronounce "mail" as one syllable. Oh well.)

Happily enslaved Or free but miserable-- Which one would you choose?

Composing these lines-- Electrical pulses fire. Creativity!

five seven five

My hands are trembling. It’s about to begin. Slow and predictable, the waves vibrate the ground. The entry is innocuous enough, like a distant bass rumble of a party 3 blocks away, but it seeps inside. And thus begins the delight. Wait, why…

Dwelling

Dwelling, failed take

Dwelling preamble

Schizoida