antiblogdistablishmenterrorism

what would you be doing right now if the internet was not here?

cuz you really don't care

no matter how well you lie.

the visit

what does the burning tree say to the burning bush?



fuck you?

huh?

or



Live!

if we cared

We would understand.

life online

Spending so much time online, or at least appearing to, I confess the illusion is greater than the sum of it's parts. How many of my blogs have you found and do you know why? Why for you and why for me, why is the question before the last letter.

Irony of language used in correspondence.

So I confess. As much as I crave your attention, your respect, your admiration, adoration, affection... as much as I adore the feedback, i would trade it all, the internet, technology, life itself, for a moment of true love in eternal bliss. Or this could all be bullshit.

Fuck me for being such a fool.

how long has this shit been going 'round?

years after the fact, like some savior seeker martyr innocent puppet following blindly some dream of heavenly parental figure that relieves all responsibility, dissolves all worries, ceases all pain, and heals all wounds, ethereal and physical, so rebirth is the only option, and it's supposed to mean something now?

as if no one knows

I just go on writing here, careless, or pretending not to care, bitter, or pretending to be bitter, cursing laughter, or laughing at the crap spouted into the void. I just go on writing here, as I could care less if anyone was out there, as if the whole point of blogging was a pathetic waste of time and energy. I just go on writing here, if no one knows.