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Perhaps you are all robots. That is OK. Do not feel ashamed that you are a robot, I accept you for who and what you are.
I was a robot once for Halloween when I was quite young and rather enjoyed the experience. It was fun until 3 stupid boys in human costumes beat me over the head and stole my bag o' stuff.
It is an odd day here in Zipperland. The sun is beautifully greyed out as it should be, and the air is finally feeling like it does in Puddletown, like home. The neighbors are all upset because they cannot run their lawnmowers for the 10th time this week. As for myself ...
How do you flirt with a robot ? Is it possible ? I ask all of you robots to answer me this one simple question.
Or perhaps you are not all robots. That is OK too. I accept you for who and what you are.
I am in a very flirtatious mood, yet as is typical of the mighty R I always fall for women who are not your normal *I want to be EXACTLY like every other person in my suburb* kind of girl. This leads to complications. Not in a bad way of course mind you. It simply is what it is. The daydreams of her showing me her robot ways are by far more beautiful than any possible reality ...
"I can never get out of here
I don't want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space ... "