TrappedDesperate for human contact I scrabble across the Internet like some sort of demented spider program, hungry for whatever scraps have fallen into the web of links I have constructed for myself that make up the sum total of my (virtual) life.Trapped
Lonely beyond loneliness, I whisper along the tenuous connections of email and IM, a voiceless form drifting along the wires, a wraith made of sparks and echoes.
I want to escape this flesh-draped cage of bone with its haunts and hurts and dance across the zero and one of perfect on/off harmony into the light that only the ephemeral framework of slashes, dots, and col
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Artistic
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Stress: The confusion created when one's mind overrides the body's basic desire to choke the living daylights out of some jerk who desperately deserves it.
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circling circling circling round
the sea is the sky is the sun is the ground
and the circle within and the circle unseen
where the unknown is known and the future has been
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