...which is to say nothing, thinking that the braveness and the priv-cy
are lost in the fact that i am forever stuck on the wire-sea, LCD-screen sail
blue-light, pale glowing, but somehow a sanctuary worth fording highways for.
to read tossed-about words, meaningless in their wanton use like all those lightly rhymed
with lisping tongue and dart of eye and whisk of fingers flighty accross the board.

i grow so weary of it.the myspace, the slightest trace of feeling obscured by code-encrusted
twitter-crawl, blurred vision's all i've got, retinas hot from the memories ticking, dripping, sticking
back-throat slicking, sliding, riding the mucous membrane

i've been hearing some disturbing stories lately. becomming more and more convinced that i am doomed to wander lost in wonderland. Oz was befouled, i can't go there any more. oh, well. i still have the wall hanging my mother gave me when i was too young to do anything but dream of places

hm. unfinish-ed. un punish-ed are thy bless-ed ears with the rest of this whist-ern was-dom.

goodnight.