Web

We spin a web of truths and near-truths and half-truths in the guise of good first impressions. Our words are mighty and strong, meek and humble, assuming the timbre of persona we choose to inhabit, manipulate, and maintain; in the cross-hairs of web spot we are enigmatic, with sublime opines and guttural rebuttals, caustic comic credos file merged with an elite self-conceit. Sweet nothings typed boldly in HTML mean something swell to recipients if ever glanced at at all, or read aloud as if conversing on a cyber settee, cozy though solitarily stranded. A touch of the keyboard is only the dull ache of hope and an anonymously virulent stratagem towards a most vivid touch.