there won't be any weekend

I know it's saturday but there won't be any weekend, I promised, the pulse will count out the same in sixty seconds and I cannot live any other way; I am anti-heroic when it comes to arresting the life in me. I can slow my breath to a near standstill and hibernate on a couch with a cell phone texting emoticons to god through t-mobile, torturing myself with online validation. I don't have an avatar. This wild child of atari is fresh out of excuses for joysticking the halfway living. I cannot even cry about the sad stuff, unless it's yours, cause the sad life is long gone and even if it kills me I promised to fulfill these dreams if only in the making.

There won't be any time off, nahahna, I used all my PTO, all my floating holidays, all my sick days and all my fuckin vacay, distributed through the twenties and thirties, the dopamine bordering on bottoming out. Hell, I had my glory nights of indulgence and days of despair. You probably see it in my eyes. Now the fire comes from within and I am home! So there won't be any weekend just a shot of cream into coffee, on a table turning. Lemme in the mix. Scratch me. Spin me. Put me in play. I can give you what you need. Saturday night seems fluid and I love to work it out with you like this.  --Katya © 2016

evolution of an android princess with chromebook know how - i

1973
she was born without a computer chip in her skull
a real retro model homo sapien brain trust child

1978
She enjoyed watching her older brother play
pinball, and the song by the Who about
the you know what.

1979
She learned how to ride a bicycle by falling off one
she felt an exhiliration like no other, on two wheels.
This was all she cared about, all year long, 24/7.

1980
She got tall enough to play pinball.
She found the pressing buttons on the sides
of a coffin sized wheelbarrow without wheels, felt
embarrasing. Primitive. Especially for a girl.

1980
There was talk about personal computers in her
neighborhood, but it all sounded so impersonal.
Her dad would speak about it from behind the spread
of his Wall Street Journal, at breakfast.

1981
She got tired of bicycles and especially climbing hills
she got into watching older kids at the pizza parlours
and skating rinks, playing Galaga and Space Invaders.
Atari was something which her cousins talked about,
involving subsistence-level graphics, tanks, and Pong
which wasn't as good as the real thing.

1982
She started playing the giant video games and enjoyed
them. But there were alot of bullies who bullied her
while she was playing. She would have to stop and
focus on kicking them in the kneecaps. Which was more
fun, anyway.

1983
Nothing happened this year, because the air was filled
with anticipation.

1984
PAC-MAN and the personal computer.
Life would never be the same...

1985
to be continued