i am slipping
slipping
into soul samples

caused by
a swelling of
BLOG NEGLECT

let it be on your heads.

a friend of mine read my blog once, and it didn't catch on. he was troubled by the fact people keep each other at such a distance-
software asylums?
computer captives?

not me, i turn to my screen for comfort, for connection that forces no committment.

i look forward to looking forward to: messages, replies, quandries, laughs. all at my own leisure.

THE PHONE.
have i mentioned this fact? just a phone ringing makes
my hands sweat and my heart quicken and my throat tighten-
i suppose all the same affects of falling in love

but that's where it gets tricky, once i'm on it, i can't bear to hang up.
it feels so final.
so fixed.
why do i have to start things that are doomed to end?