i type so fast. i grew up and the internet just started happening. i got harrassed online when i was 11. aol creepers asking me about my private thoughts. a random person full of hatred came at me in caps. i remember books for research. but now this jsut wont do. its just too much to do. its too much. today i ran on a belt that runs for me. it operated by wires and machinery. here i am typing on my bed because my computer is portable. here i am raving in my head and broadcasting to who knows because my world is portable. my iphone knows where i am. it can tell me how to get to the washington monument and tell me about it too. it can count my calories.
but what can i?