watching, kissing, watching, voyeur, the continued theme of private thoughts displayed, read, understood, spied upon, private becoming public, more of the same, no trust broken, no honesty lost by my placement of my thoughts as public knowledge, people could even read these, memorize these, they aren't copyrighted, once they're here they're no longer really mine anymore, someone could become me, or at least the me from 1/22/98 or something like that, take who i am, who i let others read me to be, and become that person, maybe even i could do that, just to make sure i'm who i really am, memories, synapes connections, formed and reformed, now hard wired, never to be really forgotten, just overwritten with new memories, these connections always formed around a focus, a centerpoint, center around which revolves the individual i call me, what seems to be there, what is it that all the memories are remember as a part of, which larger framework is my life built upon, what is it? women. the femail presuasion, womyn, grrrrls, those you can't live with, can't live without, just read these words, and that is it, right there, XX