the final haiku

you have served me well,
my seventeen devoted
allies . . . now you die!


this is the end. once upon a time i decided that all of those boys with their shapely and impact-free consorts could fall down a well; i aim to live a life unburdened by the desire for vengeance. not that i was exacting much vengeance slapping meaningless handfuls of words together, but it was the self-serving mission i started out with. anyhow, no more. i crave a guileless language.

but i won't advocate achieving it through trickery or software. watch this space for my lengthy diatribe on how the jerk-o-meter is destined to bring a definitive end to worthwhile interpersonal communication.

i adore you. that's sincere. i am 100% invested in this conversation.