cold_red_walls tilt offer no sympathy today. there's nobody home. and if there was, my appetite is too large, I would consume you all. I'm sorry. these cold red walls are harsh in the electronic light of my screen. my eyes burn and fingers ache, making me painfully aware that there is a barrier between me and you that no distance can describe. I cannot slump into a corner of red and wait, real physical effort is required. I cannot simply exist here, there are constant reminders of my physicality, a misspelt word, my eyes needing to blink, all of it interrupts the natural flow between me and blather. However much I will otherwise, I am not tilt, nor sway. They will always be subservient to the real human being who sits in his room, typing long into the abyss, waiting for the abyss to type back. 070213 ... pete i touched them. they burn. 070214 what's it to you? who go blather from