wondering about letters sent encrypted in ones and zeros across a spider's den. will there one day be books (electronic or otherwise) with the collected emails of x writer? i think perhaps some of my best writing has been sent in electronic bottles to brave the waves of internet traffic.

integrity of this stronghold has been breached. there are those who know me who read my words, and i can't say i didn't somewhere want them to. i wonder how much different would be the letters in black ink in a black angelclad sketchbook. would that be more honest? i think though that maybe my words would be worse.

alliteration. the poor man's tool. often times i read what i've written and think that to the untrained eye it might be good, but in fact i'm just a fraud. that i can manipulate words and do copperfieldian feats done with mirrors to hide my babelian tower of bad writing. a slight of hand hides monumental errors. yet i still continue to deceive and put on a show by rotating the stage and then tout d'un coup, the statue of liberty is gone...