| One.
My cyberian brethren,
There was no neglect.
"Ahem. Big smiley here, after
the long quiet.
There is nothing like the
fresh clean air and
sticky mud of the Hudson
environs to clean one's spirit...
I missed the chatter of the
clunky headset.
I missed the riffraff of
the static forecast.
I missed the content-wanna
intellectual musings.
An emotion chip was bartered.
I missed you all."
- excerpt of ( WHO IS YOUR
DADDY ! ) post 567
on Sprawl
by aC1Dk0De
Admittedly die Maschinen
@ the Place To Think were not up to par with my almost
murderously high standards(
insert inflammatory remark here ) , and despite having
sufficient porting opportunities
- the only times I really wanted to jack in were to see
if the World Outside still
made any sense.
After all, I was having such
a great time within the comforts of my weeklong reverie.
What
else
could
be
happening
in
cyberia
that
merited
my awareness ?
Two.
"Nothing easier. Maybe easy mac."
- from The Ten Year Long Affair
Back up to 65% efficiency,
there's quite a few things I'd like to get done. Word is that Mission
To Mars kinda sucks, having a palpable lack of originality.
But who's to know? That
and The Ninth Gate, which opened up by the
time I was already on my way to upState NY. The respective moviesites look
good,
but sure ( what went down
with a certain suspense indie shot in Burkittsville bumf@^k
quite awhiles ago ), that's not the true measure of it all. I saw Conan
last night and the regularity
of the routine made me feel a little better to be home.
Three.
Our Most Precious
Flower in The Evening
Hearing her voice will never be quite
the same !
She lent me her eyes to see.
She sent me one of the Sleek Children
for welcome.
A taste of the promised ring
is maddeningly missed.
Everything set in words on these
leaves has come to pass,
The dusk arriving, Share the sweetness
of your warm breath,
A Slender touch in moonlight. The
Opening is upon us at last.
In the Power
We Trust The Love Advocated. |