My tentacles lick the clouds, but still I am largely irrelevant. I tower over my access peers, but I am mostly flash and little substance. I give the illusion of having reach, but my appendages are ineffective. I am ugly, and I am not worth the price of my appearance. I disappoint. I am broadband's total lack of performance. I mar neighborhoods with my height as though to compensate for my shortcomings, but the truth is quickly revealed by what I am unable to deliver. I am an eyesore, a scar. I do not live up to the broadband designation. I want to shout from the rooftops, but instead I am cast off of them. I stutter. I choke. I trip on my way to every other site I visit, never able to arrive there in one attempt. I deliver choppy audio. Video eludes me.
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