idon't_need_this not who you think I don't need this anymore. I don't need this web site, I don't need this online diary (I only write in it when I feel bad anyway) I don't need AIM, I don't need my cell phone, I don't need any of it. When I went to Joe's house I didn't have a cell phone, a TV, a computer or any of it. I felt better then than I ever felt. I felt relieved. I don't need any of it. I don't need you 031223 ... naughthere what is need? and what is this? these questions must be answered. I am, that much is hard to get around, but what is I? it's silly, just plain silly, if it were to ask itself. the process is there, certainly, reflective, convoluted, singular and complex, but where is it? how is it? more silliness, I confess. it confesses for me, and for itself. need is perhaps biological, given an I with a penchant for it, or a loop of existence, of electrochemical homeostasis (stasis! ha!) constantly deteriorating. perhaps also it is contrived within the patterns. but maybe the patterns are simulated elsewhere. where is else? not here. this is arbitrary. 050103 what's it to you? who go blather from