a torrent of emotion should be spewing forth--what's the blockage?

oh? did i miss a post yesterday?  naw.  wanted to get the word out on the hawaiian happenin.  these punks (oh that's so affectionate) are making Xanga a *hangout* (their terminology:  *I know you guys are gonna have like a million Xanga hang-outs with out me* --DoLpHiN0864 )by swarming like a SWAT team on assault.  then after Xanga they'll all hit up AIM, then mebbe ICQ, etc., i.e., the rounds.  like a Hemingwayesque movable feast, they yearn to course in synchronicity. consequently they surf the multitudes of encounterable cybermedia like boats on the high seas all in proximity experiencing the same tsunami.  yeah--there's the metaphor: Hawaii and beaches and surfing and...surfing and the internet.  damn if language isn't the Great Seducer: of course, island surf babes and stoned punks are gonna surf the internet, too.   kids will eat ivy too--wouldn't you??

so the question of the moment is: do you like nekkedness?  and if not, why did you even bother to learn to read?  cause damn if words don't rape emotions more often than not.