My Computher Mother

My first zine (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧  Was just getting to know the Electric Zine Maker and chose to incorporate this poem I made about explaining pain to a machine. Explaining to it, the electricity sustaining it is also capable of hurting. How do you explain death to a machine?

I came up with this allegory when I was on the floor and leaning against my floor fan. bzzzzz!!! It was somehow comforting. It complimented the silence. Then I remembered this game that executes the idea of angels being like computers, radio waves as god communicating to us, the static. Also present in this beautiful game, I love it so much.

MAKE BAD ART!!