The charisma of the keyboard isn't magneticish. Children locking lincoln logs have a wiser sense of purpose than a fully functioning franchise boyfriend pressing these keys everyday mining for awareness. Cheap photoshop tricks fill the talent gap to erect the signs over these words as the favored non sequitors for life as we're really living it. There's a leather Laz E Boy 5 feet from a 42" Samsung HD LCD on which 200 pounds of lavishly sculpted stud muffinry lounges scraping from the outside world the beauty and the humor to satisfy the reasons for being here without getting dirty fingernails or imposing on others. It's a little like the guy in prison doing life for egregious humiliation of the marital variety except there's no bars or man ass in this enclave, just a crazy woman who adores me and fills me with these propagations of life seeds that power our soul from season to season heading towards forever. I must have been destined for this because it emulates the perfect order of the universe. Crazy woman is beautiful and out of balance without my pelvic gyroscope to true her course. I am just a mannequin with a soundtrack without her nurturing and massive doses of fascination that she swarms over me everyday. See how it makes more sense once you get the picture?