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i sit here talking to a machine. the machine will talk to some wires. the wires will talk to other wires and a kljdlasjd *internet* and finally the wires will talk to a machine who will talk to you.

i sometimes marvel at touch. it is the single most powerful sense. it creates a bridge that cannot be duplicated by any form of electronic medium. in fact, none of the other senses even have much of a chance against the sense of touch.

it is the single biggest problem-solver/problem creator that exists. it is the form that can mend ways like no other. the smell of the human body, the sound of the breath, the taste of its salts and the sight of its skin can trigger the blood to rush through vines faster than the speed of light. in one second or one hour, the whole chemistry of human relationships can be rewritten.

the human mind, in all its glory, is a powerful tool. touch, however, is the one true rival it has. at times it feels like the parts of the human body were meant to blend in certain ways. these purposefully ways find a "way". it always "ends" or "pinnacles" with human touch. it is always that one moment when the world seems to spin around and all colors begin to fade. when the scenario suddenly has background music. sometimes the kind you like and sometimes the kind that you dont.

touch...is a drug. it is the drug that is feared and loved. it, like other drugs, is kept under wraps. like all things feared it is hidden and denied. once understood and accepted though, it is acidic. it is closer to our instinct than instinct itself. it is primitive and contemporary. it is alive and evolving.

i live and touch. and sometimes i touch and i live.