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So this is the second revision of my ascii portrait. I like this one a little better.

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Get my public key at http://pgp.mit.edu:11371/pks/lookup?op=get&search=0x84F69E64
My voice is my passport http://hobones.dogsoft.net/passport.mp3
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in computers hierarchies exist everywhere. They exists in file namespace, ip addresses and process rights, parse trees, just to name a few. Spacial relationships are also a hierarchy, I feel. The planet is a parent to continents and it's children are trees and bushes and whatnot. Trees are the parent to bugs and birds and things. The space between bugs bird and trees is very small compared to the planet and continents but I feel they're self-reflective and share a lot of the same spacial features. Maybe I'm not making sense. It would be nice to figure out a language to describe all hierarchies because you then could use generalized tools to manipulate them. I just got done watching johnny mnemonic and feel that a hierarchy language could move a lot of computer concepts into spacial concepts, e.i fucking floating through cyberspace like johnny mnemonic and shit.

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Get my public key at http://pgp.mit.edu:11371/pks/lookup?op=get&search=0x84F69E64
My voice is my passport http://hobones.dogsoft.net/passport.mp3
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Sometimes I feel a lot of shame in wanting and seeking connections with people. This is mostly because it has brought me a lot of pain. Sometimes I feel ashamed because I feel too needy or clingy. The truth is I need connections with people, I need a certain level of intimacy with people I call my friends. So, I'm trying not to be too ashamed. This past week has been complete bunk-fucko. In regards to the person I got off the phone with around 11:00pm Tuesday, I'm not referring to you necessarily.

in other news:

I'm not going to get into this in any further detail. All I have to say is after walking for four and a half hours straight your feet begin to cramp up really fucking bad and that I fucking hate crack and I'm pissed of that someone practically forced the shit into my lungs. That and I need to trust my instincts a lot more is some situations.

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Get my public key at http://pgp.mit.edu:11371/pks/lookup?op=get&search=0x84F69E64
My voice is my passport http://hobones.dogsoft.net/passport.mp3
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