own home pages
readers we'll never meet
the art of being
may just be
the ability to create an adequate
Testament of Self
perhaps I just think this because it is what I have come to do so much of
pages of photos of me
writings of my thoughts
even my voice
saying little things
in my little voices throught time...
videos of me talking! excercising! fucking!
and singing songs...
I Was Here!
This Is How I Did IT!
i write this to you know
because I want to walk through the house of you
I want to read the words of your beliefs
see all your favourite pictures you've taken
and those taken of you...
your particularily fine fuck flicks
and your self indulgent musings into the lense
do you have this somewhere?
is it far too crass?
( I wrote this to someone I've never met, but on the net... a testament to my own ability to become fascinated with people again... which it seems I had lost for a while )