My precious Video Game Console, you’ve always been there for me. You’ve made me laugh when I was sad, made me scream when you crashed before I saved my game. You made me caress your CD tray and whisper sweet nothings in your controller port after you fell off the TV stand. I want the voltages from your capacitors all over my body. We can bathe in level 12 eternity together. A tub. A console. Lots of hot, soapy water. High Voltages.
 

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