For some (now obviously resolved) reason, I could not log in and was forced to post anonymously. Due to the prolific trollific nature of Slashdot, the message below is the only one actually posted by me anonymously this year.
A warm look on her face
I am enveloped by her sun
I cannot remember the last time I sat in a room and thought. The mind speaks in a million voices all at once, all out of rhythm. She clears and focuses - a lens of the light fantastic. Michelle. It can never be
I do not dream of her. My subconcious is barred from her warm grasp, the neurochemical cocktail of radiance. It feels so much better when put that way.
Brown cream seas
Stand and watch
I should start coding my site again. All the kids have 'livejournal' or a 'blog' (such an ugly word), but I desire to code a memory digitizing device by myself! Muhaha!