keyboard in hands, surounded by cd's, some bought,
some burnt, some new and some broken.
idly on it's side table. floor lamp
looming down on my printer and wacom tablet
beside my moniter... small twin speakers playing depache
mode. an Anne McCaffrey
book and the fearies oracle
lying on another side table... Das Blinken Lights
peering up at me from my modem...
an up-turned AOL
5 cd with deep coffee stains dulling it's
formerly shiny surface.
batting at the screen... someones used ricola
paper, lots of paper, covered with indeciferable scrawls
and meaningless strings of numbers...