12 Jun 2008 06:16 am
Old poems or, How the internet is my hard drive
So I was google’ing me in vanity, and I stumbled upon a page of oldness I wrote long ago, bit about addiction. It fits really well with what a freind of mine is going through right now. Got me thinking as to why I stopped writing, and how there just arent enough days in the week. I supose I should really write more, before I forget it compleatly. Perhaps now that life is treating me better (mainly because I am treating it better…) I could write in a happy way.
Anyway, I don’t have a local copy of this anywhere due to a reformat on Sammy. Still it lives on in the internet, like a lot of my work (on DK, Twelvestone, utopia) it is almost disposable. I wouldnt want to stare at it every day, but it is nice to bump into me again.Strange to thing about all the other people who have”disposable” content out there. and what it might say about them.




