“I want someone looking
like Beyonce and acts like Oprah Winfrey,”
“Okay, I'll get you
that”
That's my brain giving me
it's menu. And I'm the victim, or is it the host, it the parasite.
And so I go out searching.
“There we go Mr. S,S and
S”
“You sure that's it?”
I get to the punk at the
side of the library, when I'm done with all the introductions,
the subconscious wakes.
“Maxwell not that!”
“I'm sorry we can always
get another!”
“You better get looking
fast enough before I shut down my systems!”
“You threatening me
now!”
“Well let's take a
little tour at my capabilities.”
It pretends to shut down
and I almost sink to the ground fainting. After watching me stagger
for a few seconds, I get back onto my feet again.
“That's just the tip of
an ice berg Maxwell, ”
Jesus!
