You can sit on MyFace while I trek deep into the Delphian tunnels of SpaceBook

i feel so close to you
even though i have never seen your face
i hope it is not hammered dog shit
but why does it matter? we are only brains connected to eyes and fingers connected to keyboards and monitors,
with branching synapses, firing downward and

down

arrow down

to my downward dog.

Since my brain's been plugged in, I find it hard, very hard...
yeah....

　

And, oh!

My boyfriend is really in love with his Iphone. Once I shimmied and swiveled my hips around his face. I got his attention for about 5 seconds. But his fingers and eyes are permanently planted...in a little sleek black portable computer. Long gone are the days of romancing me with his music, which, btw, he lured me in with, via said Iphone. I love the V-Bug, but I think if he continues to take anabolic steroids, his dick will shrink in size enough to fit into the Iphone's teeny microphone hole. I hope I am present when he consummates this love affair. But he won't be thinking of me....

　

We are techno-sexual. And our cyber-anatomy is metaphysical, if not castrated. I constantly

cut and paste

ctrl v

and loop and alter

and am uploading

bits of my life,

bits and bits

which I scatter about the vast internet.

I consult the Wiki Site of Knowledge, which tugs and pulls at my A.D.D. kinda like William Faulkner's thought trains (Geez, that was so long ago now). All those links to expand my useless gathering of information... So, seriously, books are piling up behind me and collecting dust and I weep for those love affairs. But my own eyes are retrieving multiple kaleidoscopic rotations from this thing called internet. Its a chic metallic and Day-glo imitation of art.

I've been here since 1994. I enjoyed the lost years in a techie music trance aided by the ingestion of little pink pills. ravE. In between classes and sleep, it was always ravE. Rollerblades, super wide-leg pants, plastic neon shirts, and earphones connecting me to that some-called "soulless" music that I so love. Still.

Okay. I am sure that I really have a life to live. So, I will just leave. the computer on. stay on-line. and will get back to this later.