Monday, October 17, 2005

I love the internet

It's my best friend, my favorite past time, my library, my discotheque, my teacher, my classroom, my cinema, my art gallery, my bench in the park, my dark secluded table in the coffee house, my throbbing buffer, my cognac avant and my cigarette apres, my room 101, my tribune from where I deliver my babbled speech munching a mouthful of pebbles.

I had a revelation. Last night the stupefying intoxicating reality hit me: you are never alone on the internet. You cannot whisper, tiptoe, cry, or die , there will always be a prying ear, a banging in the floor or a knock on the door, a kiss of life with halitosis, a cold defibrillator on my bare chest. There is always some sort of B.B. watching and jerkin off to my tune.

But then again, I keep pulling back my curtains every night when I go to bed. My exhibitionism thrives on your voyeurism.

I love the internet. And the internet loves me too.

1 comment:

  1. I know today´s text is just another pretext accompanying one more great eye-image. :P