you can even call me dana if you let me call you alice...

Too good.

Mechanical Psychological Disorder

If given the choice between a robot body or uploading your brain to the Internet, there are a few factors to consider. 

Do I use my human body in ways I could not use a robot body?
Do I use my brain in ways that I could not if it were to be online?
Which is more important, being the smartest person I know and never having to use the washroom, or sharing my knowledge with the world, and therefore becoming of average intelligence, but retaining the ability to dress in stylish clothing?

To me, the obvious answer is to be the smartest person I know, and get a trendy paint job.  I've worked very hard on my brain, and I've never been good at sharing.  Besides, robots never need diets!

.haiku story.

as the day drags on

this feeling of anger fades

to a dull red glow

frustration compounds

deep in the fiery belly

of a sharp tongued girl

her skin is like milk

eyes the shade of sapphire

on an ice cold sea

even she cannot

be saved from the scorching words

of the dragon queen

**side note... blogger deleted my original post before I could publish it... the mood continues....**

the rage continues

to swell and grow inside her

forever winning

**update... one more...**

teeth clenched and gnashing
no longer can be contained
in this empty shell


tears begin to flow
down her porcelain white cheeks
no words can explain