I am the Deer

I am the Deer in the electric wiring. I romp through the city at lightning speed, every second on the second, maybe even before the second. I am much faster than the second. Some might call me omnipresent, but that's only slightly true. I'm only in the wires. So if there are no wires, I don't exist. In fact I'm not sure if I exist at all....but I'm telling you all this, so I must be real.

I'm real.

I work mostly at night, through the wee hours of the mourning, luckily for me, the sun can take care of a lot of the lighting responsibility during the day, but the moon, the moon is a shisty bitch that never gives me a break. So I'm forced to scamper on and on and on towards each new appliance or outlet. Sometimes I bolt so quickly I cause power surges and short everything out. I hear people complaining all day and night that this doesn't charge fast enough or this internet is too slow (granted that I have little to do with the functionality of the internet...except that she's my cousins girlfriend, I might have to meet with her at the next gathering to see if there's anything she can do). Hm. Where was I? Right, sorry, I think that often times my mind is racing so fast from place to place as I bolt in and out of the wirings that I forget that I'm supposed to remember where I was, but that's really hard because I'm just going so fast, and I keep going fast, I can never slow down, if I do people get angry and then they yell or cry because they're scared or they forgot to make sure my owners get paid and I don't think my owners have a right to get paid for my services, I think that's slave labor and that this proletariate must rise against their capitalist ventures, then again, they do work awfully hard, I'm very conflicted, I think that my thoughts and opinions change so quickly because of my line of work, like I really like fans, because they can always have a constant stream applied to them and its much more relaxing then other appliances, or I hate old houses because their wires are old and it takes a lot out of me to work the way I need to, additionally I love getting to see the pictures in digital cameras that are being charged, they make me happy and sometimes sad and sometimes worried for mankind that all they look at is beauty and sex, its strange, they're strange, oh my, I've been rambling.

*sigh*

Well this has been very lovely, but I must run. Places to go, people to see, that sort of thing. Hopefully I'll get to see you soon. Bye.

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