starts...
A man is masturbating his heart out,Swingin in the hammock of the Internet.He rocks back and forth, his cursor pointsAnd selects. He swings between repetitive extremesAmong the come-ons in the chat rooms.But finally he clicks on oneWorld Wide Web woman who cares.
and then in the middle...
This is the story about humans taking overThe country. New York is outsideHis study while he works. Paris is outside.Outside the window is Bologna.He logs on. He gets up.He sits down. A car alarm goes offYoi yoi yoi yoi and yips as it suddenly stops.
and then at the end...
[...]Here in the eastern United States,A man is masturbating his art out.An Ice Age that acts hotOnly because of the greenhouse effectIs the sort of personality.Beneath the dome of the depleted ozone, they stay cold.Mastadons are mating on the InternetOver the bones of dinosaur nuclear arms,Mating with their hands.
'A man is masturbating his art out' - he certainly is.
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