My hard drive gave up the ghost in 2007 when I tried to take it home for the summer. A boy needs his porn, after all. When I hooked it back up, I found that it was dead. The airport baggage handlers were incompetent apes, and my hard drive was dead. The ghost was not in the machine.
Yesterday, I attempted the impossible. No noble reason, I just felt that frustration was better than boredom. So, in the spirit of everyone who has ever tried to lick their elbow or put a key back on a laptop keyboard, I tried my hard drive again.
And fuck me sideways but it worked. Holy clamchop.
So, I got all my old poems back. I forgot about them immediately, as I was reunited with the porn of my youth. But when I returned from my filthy revelry, I decided that I never wanted to lose them again. Never ever.
I also decided the same thing for the poems. And so I am posting them here, because the internet is the most immortal thing I know.
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