Nekoremix

OK. It's late and there's still a blizzard of caffeine howling in my veins from work, so what's a boy to do? Bust out the crackpipe and the Paraparalinguistic Assoziationenal Matrix Endgine (based, in part, on Cobralingus(tm) technology reversengineered from code hifed out of Jeff Noon's head) and whack up a remix of one of that tanka poem I scribbled up at work the other night. It's time for me to feed it into the Random Literary Allusion Generator with much malicemizer aforethought and see what my overfueled brain can produce....

So here we go. Buckle up, folks--this one's got a bpm of about 350!

n3k0 (mechaPegritz club mix)

Catshadowed kiss on a slivermoonsilvered grinwithoutabody
(where we're all mad in here)
still held within a photonegative sun in skygrey eyes
(herein where we're all mad)
a purr to close the door a-gains-t the nought
(allmadly, were we in where?)
a scratch, a howl, whiteyed morning silent after:
mad and madly, yes, we were.

Ohyeah, and see this cartoon by the indomitable A. V. Phibes for further edification. Remind you folks of anyone?

OH NO! Mr. Roboto, you are possessed by the devil!

Suddenly! Without warning! EVIL HAS INFILTRATED YOUR GAMING SYSTEM!

Retar-D2 gives you...Demon Attack NineteenEightySIXISIXSIX!

Shoot the satan before it shoots you!

(Once again, thanks to my boy Money B, a.k.a. Bryce Lynch, a.k.a. tlttlotd, for some of the samples used in this diversion!)

Yatta!

OK, now the caffeine is finally gone from my blood....I will collapse now.

*SNAP*

That's the sound of the last functional circuit in my brain's emotional centers burning out.

Does anyone have a spare chip or two they can loan me...at least for the next couple of days? Or maybe a week or two?

At least until I can find some way to solder this sucker back into a some rough kind of working state.