I’m a real… something; a boy, a man, most of the time I would settle for not being noticed at all, because the people who see me don’t treat me as good, alive, or real. There was a time that with just words and an Internet connection I could sweep a girl off her feet or off her chair. “Pinocchio Goes Wireless” is me wondering how it would be like to be real, to be with a real girl and not another loser staring at the screen dreaming…
~Pinocchio Goes Wireless~
~Pinocchio Goes Wireless~

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