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Believe it or not I'm lost in a thought A vivid idea that they all left behind But it still lives on in my mind Log on, shut down Browse the little server town And the geo-neighborhoods I'd live there if I could ASCII waves of Comic Sans Crashing on beige plastic sands Under tile-textured stars Doesn't really seem so far away Neg'tive hours left 'til Y2K Nothing but fractured memories of yesterday CRT office calls Dreams of neon shopping malls With the loan video store And the checker-pattern floors Marble pillars stand in line Shown to me through my mind's eye Seems so perfect what I've found So forgive me if this sounds bizarre Burn my wistful thoughts to CD-R Just leave a message, I'll call shortly after dark