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        Alice sat on a booster seat in a leather chair, her neck connected into the computer with cords. Morpheus watched Alice as she stood in the Matrix absorbing information. Booster kept pumping expansion after expansion into Alice, and her knowledge and skill went crazy. She started learning martial arts, gun use, all sorts of fun stuff that's important for little girls to learn.       Alice unplugged herself and sat bolt upright in the chair. She cocked her head, turned to Morpheus, and said, "I know Kung-Fu."       "Do you? Show me." Morpheus and Alice plugged themselves into the computer, an

The dark things Skirt the frayed edges Close enough to feel But too far to control The dark things Fling barbs and spears Carelessly forgetting Who is in their path The light thing Stands firm against the Barbs and spears, Trying to remain Centred.

Poetry is written to advise The failing poet, so... Never fall into the trap Of Ozymandias, king of kings To look upon his works is now An object lesson in irony Don't walk out on the limb: Irony will cut it off behind you, Especially if you said that it Would never break. Be instead like thousands Of self-referential, unimportant poets Who write unassuming poems like these Unpretentious in their scope. For those of you who missed it, "Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away." The unpretentious poet is A simpler object lesson In the in's

You said goodbye to me, but you never said a word, and because it was too painful to contemplate saying hello I said goodbye too. Goodbye is just a dream, and yours is mistier than most, a goodbye that ended with an elipsis... I dreamt that I was falling but if goodbye is just a dream then maybe we'll wake up before we hit the ground.

Never shall this young man Be thrown into despair, By honey-coloured tresses Held by many to be dear, Nor love you for your face alone, Nor for your yellow hair. If you were to get a hair-dye, And set any colour there Purple, Green, or Rainbow This young man in despair Shall love you for yourself alone, And not your yellow hair I heard an old religious man On yesternight declare That he had found a text to prove There's one but God, my dear, Who loves you for yourself alone, And not your yellow hair.

Slowly falling down the rabbit-hole, Neo felt like he was descending into an old lady's house. Shelves of knick-knacks and jars liked the walls. Neo grabbed one and taasted the contents. Having decided that hackers do not like marmelade, he replaced the jar on a nearby shelf. Still falling, he was unsure of how to pass the time. Finally, being the hacker that he was, he began counting doubles. One, two, four, eight...     Alice and Trinity got off Trinity's motorcycle, and Alice was a little shaken. She had never before ridden on something to so loud and so fast. Soon, though, she felt exhilarated by the experience and was excited to meet M

Neo the hacker slept in front of his computer screen in his squalid apartment. Discarded styrofoam food containers littered the flat surfaces, and clothing was scattered around the floor. Soft light streamed through the blinds, and seemingly on its own, Neo's computer woke up. Then Neo woke up. He thought his computer was acting strangely until the screen turned entirely to a bright green. Then he thought his computer was acting very strangely. He smashed Control, Alt, and Delete to no avail, when slowly the green melted away to black, except for the words in the middle of the screen:          "FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT, NEO."     Just when

People tell me I'm whipped, I tell them, "...Duh?" I would throw myself In that puddle at your feet But somehow I think you wouldn't appreciate A mud-splattered suitor I would save you from the monster on the mountain If you'd let me And you would If you could make sure You'd save me after I'd give you my coat in the storm And you'd let me If you thought I wouldn't freeze I'd keep you clean, safe, and warm Because I love you But you have to be you And because I love you You can rescue me from the mountain You can give me your sweater You can walk through a puddle But I'm with you on the mountain, And we can share the swe

Two frequencies collide in dissonance Chaos hastens wailing sirens Blinding combinations of a horrid nothing Then I knew you Melodius harmony transcending congnizance Ringing out amongst a glorious something Two frequencies with perfect resonance