This is a new wildlife form speaking through a wireless microphone   I am titanium babe addicted child of your wireless internet.      I am a creation of your musical progress of technology.   The ancient net-world is gone. You say it’s gone. Shit.      Fingertips sticked on the keys I engage a new virtual touch of sensuality.   Blue eyes on the digital screen I experiment a top secret optical system of visual excitement.   I see.com I see.com      On my walls, projection of subliminal messages to increase   a new era of female interactive intuition.   And life is a data gas I breathe wireless.   You are the creator of my inner life network soundtrack.   I com.com.   I com.com.