July 13,2000
...meaning, it's gotten so hard to take permission to set aside th growing
online office chores & write, just write, my original purpose to all this!
my curiosity makes a sometimes explosive, sometimes frustrating combo w/ my
compulsivity. i check every piece of junk e-mail out before deleting, which
takes more & more time as th marketing cookies add up, server to server
across th tightening fiber-optic web...
it's difficult to come to nyc because once here, i have a hard time leaving-
even visiting @ what to me feels like th worst time, now, sweltering summer
in th city/back of my neck gettin dirty & gritty...town overrrun by rutting
beyootiful peeple eurotourists...ah well...i'll take a few breaths & do a
second part before sending this- (quarter after eight, tuesday th
eleventh...)
(friday th 13 fall on a thursday this month! watch out! -as churchy would
have said...anyone remember churchy, pogo's alligator pal?)
...another plus/minus crazymaking summer quality in nyc is th number of
scantily clad women strolling ambling skating rushing pedalling wandering
oozing down th street...i'm going to retreat to a cave w/ a fast t3 backbone
connection, away from th frustrating world of touch/don't touch, flesh&blood,
brcik&mortar, & wind down what's left of my life as th virtual sensorium
powers up th matrix all around me...reach out & touch th waterfall of digits
washing over th unmeasurable distance to fragile, sealed off skinmeat...
seems i've trippd & stumbled back down th bottomless futility well...
love, d=(8{>