12.6.06

only words listen to me, only circuits, and blind lines of code. i am lonely this way, accompanied only by two very different kinds of keyboards. carpal tunnel escapes me for now, at least. but i figure if i keep my wrists unrounded as they are it will find me eventually. i want to pull you out of the screen, like a baby being born. you'd be covered in chips and motherboards and electric things when i finally tear you out. but i want you to stand next to me, not separated by the thousands of words that don't fill anything; words and letters that somehow make an empty chasm. i'm typing frantically as though i can smash this thing and find you huddled inside.