through the black earth of cyberspace........ no one had posted since Friday........ have to log on........ embodied on antique dot matrix printers........ that afternoon........ the first stone........ lay naked and exposed on the system........ nothing like I expected....... to keep out the bugs in the summer........ probably extrapolating....... in the proper places........ dragging me under the funding found to preserve endangered species surface........ At that hour, she too would run @who........ at the core of my job satisfaction........ hunting and gathering in cyberspace........ extensive passages of discordant voices........ truncated dark days........ a pear shaped man with surprisingly bad teeth........ "Is she gone a lot?" I mumbled........ plastic cars and trucks of many vintages........ the heat from my just opened email........ as they furiously uploaded ........ the latest upgrades,........ continually unwrapping them........ circled on miniature tracks........ Dogs barked in the background. ........ beginning with a bang........ merged with the screen for days........ the meaning of their names........ the daily in and out flow........