come on across to the Internet .......My inability to sympathize with
the green chilis from the can.......................Milton's gout ridden knees
incessantly raising her hand......................or Mary's constantly running nose
merged with the screen for days ......was praying on my mind
the necessary information ....................as I skimmed extensive passages of discordant voices
brown grass on the hills...in the early morning light --
burning, burning, burning.....framing unrepressed responses to yesterday's hostility-laden bytes.
ancient struggles..........It was all too easy to consider their ailments as words only
sleep...............................in an Internet environment where human communication
background noise...........is mediated by machines.
low flying planes.............
the smell of green grass....In this virtual environment, where people are not actually seen,
truncated dark days.........................a human lapse in performance is perceived as equivalent
black icy streets........................to a malfunctioning vending machine's failure
working............................to dispense pepsi cola.
making things.................... blue shirt....................... making love...................... blue jeans......................... potato soup...................... never know why............... nausea.............................. footprints.......................... unwashed windows........... a dark corner.................... walking............................. riding................................ the horizon........................

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