typos

uselessing words sparkly and bad
proof no robot could
reducing meaning plastic metal monochrome
typist in the fourth person 
conversation lapse pause beginning of story again
gun to my nodding 4:44 in the middle of a miracle
pixels reverberate rattle my own gray electrical machine
looks like sound:
“IF MY COMPUTER COULD GET HYSTERICAL
IN THE FACE OF INTIMACY AND DEATH
THEN MAYBE IT COULD REPLACE ME”
until then blooming ununderstandable
conveying me all cracked wrong
because I love