The old abandoned Internet, off on the edge of town

Why I hate chinks	If this were in person, I would have kissed her now	This is just pure cool! It's cryptic, mystical, lovely. I had no choice!	My fingers flow over a keyboard, but words jumble at my teeth
Fragrant wisps of dissipating dreamstuff	There are places in this world where mundane, forgotten things have learned to weave their own magic	You can't cross the same river twice	Counterfolk
Heavenly Stems	concrete donut	September 27, 2002	downtown
dirty old town	Tourette's Sin Drome	The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry	Found art
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her	Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry	L.A.	Rainbow Friends
September 15, 2013	Wee Small Hours	Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him