these objects surrounding us deserve their own myspace pages. the myspace has replaced the 'personal web page' of the early cyber-revolution, and now whether there are people at the other end is immaterial.
all your online friends could be robots or your computer itself telling you about things to do tonight in the real world, gleaning information from other websites...
i am nothing but a construct online. my face is real but i will let this machine write for me and go drink the rest of my beers in the other room, staring again at screen #2.
screens might not be hell or heaven but they are a metaphysical other dimension.
i'm scared i love you.
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