I love so much about this page. friendship, human centered writing, form without function, divine robotics,
this space for rent, neurotic obsession, joy and light, ceaseless buzzing, certainty of purpose, code bleeding from my screen, pumping through me like a fuel, high sexuality, beyond human, pre-humane, what more can one person need?! i hope the webwizard who owns this fraction of file will update regularly. god damn this brutalized earth the day he, or rather 'it' no longer paces in circles here. pacing like a beast behind bars, a rotted gourd for enrichment taunts it with a wry, ever growing smile. black ants crawl in and out of the thing. maggots seem to blossom from its hollow eyes. 'me, or the gourd?' it questions, and we laugh, mouths wide, canine teeth catching the light. a black ant crawls from under a shirt sleeve. MUCH LOVE FROM THE BEAST. THANK YOU FOR VISITING.