my heart is bigger than a thousand stars collapsed into an explosion that pushes their lights brighter and farther, and the love rings so please excuse my empathy for being bigger than your bullshit because i am negotiating the transcendent, the immanent, the material, the actual, the virtual, the divine, the spiritual, the rational, the irrational, the abstract, and oh yeah, i made time for your flaky ass. ecologies beyond ecologies are here in my meta, literatures are born, and i call out in wavelengths, and get ghost signals from the void. i plug in and where the fuck? i was here exploding quietly anyway. i tightrope walk all over along lines i lay out for you. where are the stations? are you still in? are you still tuned? every outside me and outside you should be explored, but here i am with the one life i will ever live giving the benefit or a doubt without being given time of day - and in my head and in my heart are the bone rhythms of the first things known, still growing.
"[John Vanderslice] said, “If you think the Internet is making us lonelier, then you were never lonely before 1995.” That’s fucking deep, right? You know what you no longer have to do? Sit in your room with nothing. There is someone, even if it’s just some dude arguing about Alien Vs. Predator, right?"