GOODNESS GRACIOUS!
YOU ARE A BUT A BEETLE,
TRYING YOUR BEST IN THIS NEW REALM OF TECHNOLOGY.
THESE BLOCKS.
THESE GLOWING CUBES
MEAN NOTHING TO YOU!
AND WHAT ARE YOU TO DO?
THE PRESSURE GROWS AS A BOULDER ON YOUR BACK,
TO PARTICIPATE IN THE EXCHANGE OF LIFE EXPERIENCE.
AND DARN THEM, YOU TRY!
BUT HOW DOES ONE WITH HANDS LIKE STICK,
AND EYES UNFOCUSED,
BARE TO SHARE ANY INFORMATION ON THEIR BEING!
GOODNESS GRACIOUS!
TODAY IS THE DAY YOU BECOME PART OF THE SWARM.
AND WITH YOUR BEST EFFORTS, YOU LIFT YOUR “PHONE” OFF THE FLOOR.
BEETLE TO BEETLE CONTRACTUAL OBLIGATION FOR CONVERSATION,
FOR INITIATION INTO THE PACK.
THIS WILL BE IT, THE “SHARE” OF A LOLEY LIFESPAN,
MARKING THE BEGINNING OF A NEW AGE,
OF COMMUNITY.
OF FRIENDSHIP.
OF.
LOVE.
YOU SHIVER, BUT YOU MUST PERSEVERE!
THIS COULD BE IT! THIS COULD BE IT!
YOU NEARLY SHED A TEAR.
GOODNESS GRACIOUS!
THE JOURNEY WAS LONG,
BUT YOU HAVE MADE IT TO YOUR “HOME SCREEN” AND SEE
MORE! MORE! SQUARES!
WHEN DOES IT END?!
YOUR CLAWS SLIDE AGAINST THE GLASS,
A SQUISH AND A CRASH AND A CRY FOR HELP,
BUT NO ONE MUST HEAR.
THE SHAME,
THE PITY,
THE EMBARRASSMENT,
THE CAMERA!!!!!!!??????????!!!!!!!!!
YOU KNEW THIS MUST BE FATE,
CALLING ON YOUR NEW “CELL-PHONE”.
GOODNESS GRACIOUS!
WHO IS THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU JUMP BACK
AND YOUR WINGS FLUTTER.
THIS CREATURE BEFORE YOU,
THE UGLIEST THING
YOU HAVE EVER LAID YOUR EYES ON.
THIS TORTUROUS DEVICE,
SENT FROM ARTHROPOD SATAN,
IS CASTING WICKED SPELLS ON YOU,
TOYING WITH YOUR EMOTIONS,
IN A WAY NO WOMAN HAS EVER COME CLOSE TO.
IT IS WORTH IT? TO GO TO HELL.
FOR COMMUNITY?
FOR FRIENDSHIP?
FOR?
LOVE?
MUST BE. YOU GATHER YOUR STRENGTH,
AND SUBMIT TO THE DEVIL,
AN IMAGE YOU ARE, STARTING TO COME AROUND TO.
GOODNESS GRACIOUS!
A CHANGE OF HEART.
THIS IS THE BEST INVENTION OF OUR GENERATION,
AND YOU ARE REBORN,
A NEW BEETLE THIS DAY,
INCREDIBLY HANDSOME.
THIS MAY BE
THE GREATEST BEETLE
YOU HAVE EVER BEE-HELD.
AND IT WOULD BE SACRILEGE TO KEEP
THIS BEAUTY FROM THE SWARM!
YOU OPEN THE NEXT CUBE,
“DISCORD”
AND SEND
YOUR MASTERPIECE INTO THE VOID OF PUBLIC OPINION.
BUT WAIT! IT NEEDS A NAME! IT NEEDS A NAME!
LIKE THE MONA LISA,
OR THE BIRTH OF VENUS,
OR THE LAST SUPPER,
YOU WILL CALL IT! YOU WILL CALL IT!
YOU WILL CALL IT!
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