02.26.2004 11:52 pm
N3^@34

Here. It should happen here. Let's meet, and fall in love in cyberspace, safe in a muzzle of zeros and ones, detached from real emotions, but still worth talking about over coffee with a friend. Someplace safe from involvement, safe from prying eyes. Cyberspace, please. Journal for two. Share a password. Share the dream.

I've seen screens glow with as much lusty passion as I've felt in life. We could have it all. Crazed characters stripping us to bare bones, to the beauty beneath the shape of things (I know, I know); and intimate conversations; humour; intensity... everything but touch itself.

Tin-foil heart in a microwave. Like a broken calculator, who can say where it went wrong? All I know is, 2+2 does not equal N3^@34.

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