Lost, so small amid that dark, hands grown cold, body image fading down corridors of television sky.
NeuromancerHey, Geekoid!" yelled Duncan Dougal, "Why do you read so much? Don't you know how to watch TV?
My Teacher is an AlienYour muse ain't singin' on your MTV? Can't even see him on your HD TV?
Professor Brown Shoes Teaches the BluesI think someone should invent an edible remote control, to go along with TV dinners.
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