...and now I find my cellphone in a drawer,
with all of its magnesium casing intact and totally unscratched, its rubber buttons squishy as ever, its lcd screen glowing with divine intensity, with all of the majestic cellophane casing that surrounds it,
how much greater is the nokia-owned machine that crafted this and all other cellphone of the same model than the one that made the last? not much. i think it might be the same one.
For it is this phone I have found, for as this phone can fill one with a sense of communication, I have found that it can fill one with frustration inexpressible,
oh voice of my love, stop breaking up,
i strive for that what is pleasing to it, for it hath made me talk in old english, I will call whoever the answering machine may lead to, without fault i will remember their number,
but it forgives all wrong numbers, through all of the difficulty in looking through the phone book,
it will provide, even as i head out of this place, out of my area code, it will go with me, but i'll have to pay extra to call in other countries,
for it is always with me, except for when i'm underwater, because i lost my warranty and probably won't be able to replace it, i will carry it in my breast pocket, it is this for which i am and ever shall be,
i am yours, baby, bring it all to me!
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[This message has been edited by lightbulba (edited April 23, 2000).]