...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ...
A Journal of Sorts
"when all the oxygen's used up
how will you breathe?"
~ Lori Carson ~
fascinating... I try to log into my server to upload more pages to this web world and the server says someone is already logged into my account... someone that interested in me that they'd want control over my written gardens?... well, now for sure you can not be sure what is real and what is illusion and what is creativity and what is someone else's illegal forgery of whatever they might wish to accomplish... I'm flattered that someone would spend time hacking into my world and risk going to jail... wonder why...
now I'm starting to wonder if all the Nukenabber reports I receive are also hacking attempts... I suppose if you are reading these pages or even receiving emails from me (especially recently, since I've sent so few), you ought to wonder if they're really from me too... eerie music and all, only me and my shadow know for sure (and my shadow is a mime)...
the wonders of life online, huh? J
and once again the irony is that this sort of puzzling online situation happens during the few hours my server has no customer support, so I can not call and ask them to check into it... so you'll just have to wonder with me as you wander with me (and whomever else might want to tag along secretly) J
just call me a control freak magnet I guess J
of course it could be my desire to share is so strong that I'm creating imaginary friends and ghosts in the machine J
