Netpoetry #9 By Kamiel Choi On 30 March, 2016 Laughs Welcome to the Internet. You will now be enslaved within the comfort of your own mind. Related Posts Consolation This is me eventually There is comfort in the thought The slope I climbed is not a slope It is a boundless space flat without horizons Directionless, unencumbered I am here Writing old comfort on new pages netpoetry #3 My French boyfriend cheated on me. What does that mean for our relationship? Cull the sack. Netpoetry #4 He: I'm very eclectic; She: Did you just say black chick?