[read in russian]
translated by: Tatiana Matveeva & John C. Marshall People, who lust for the Feel of keys on their fingertips, Pouring out their souls, drop by drop, to the Net, To someday become empty of themselves: Every touch, every glance, Slowly, relentlessly copies the soul; It's just F5, just for the moment, F5, just for now: It's for the present . . . soon to be forever, I'm getting tired of the jumble of trite phrases, I'm giving up everything for the feeling of that loneliness and for being One Of Us: I'm giving up everything, with joy... It's so strange. Maybe I'm asking for too much... But I'm feeling again in my heart - an ache On the altar (as a sacrifice) a part of myself, a part of my heart, about 215 Kb size... But the Net will finally consume all of me, for my essence flies into it through my finger-tips... I will not need to think about forgiving, again, I will not need to reflect about what being "hurt" means... The joy of understanding these remain, also the bitter sorrow, and then other NETS will be waiting for me... A smile for everyone, login: for friends... and "permission denied" for those that injure.
// Inity (Agent Inity, if you want ;) // 23.03.2000
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