Musical Ghost Homes
A malfunctioning computer wrote this poem about modern life. (Yes, really.) All I did was copy it to my notebook, switch a few sentences around, add spacing and punctuation, and then post it back on the net from whence it came.
NP is a reader of many esoteric books, a writer a weird things, and a professional crazy person.
Don't listen to anything she says.
It might be contagious.