The Personal Politics of Access. In numbing my hands into submissive carpels, in chewing tunnels in my little masterbatory pivots, I have startled into the race to be heard a little more. Ever since I was a child, I have strove to be heard. That is why I began to sing, and that is why I don't take singing all that surreptitiously any more. I have found other ways to have my thoughts felt, and they do not involve lifting amps.
Computers are great, even though all they are is fast counting-machines.
It is simply 100 monks sitting in 100 room with 100 abbacies counting 100 times 100 times faster than ever before. I have been a published writer forever. I wrote sappy-yet passable poetry for a school newspaper in 9th grade. I would smoke pot and scribble misspelled, genius word salad on notebook paper and hour before my deadline. He would always leave space in the galleys for my 11th hour drippings, and his wife feared me.