Calisthenic 1, Week 2

From Tuesday's class (9/6):

There are those who say I grow young with age, like a zombie with Martin Landau's brain and Benjamin Button's genes. 

There are those who say I'm already trapped in a pitiful, vacant, wooden lot, forgotten by the annals of polished history and coffee-stained Bibles. 

But nothing will ever send a premature jolt along my circuits and wires more than the static and sparks between wet-dreams and electric fantasies.