My life has no meaning,
without turbos, and screening
Zzzzz's on TT.net.
I post and don't sweat,
noob circles are teeming,
veterans are steaming,
admin is deleting,
my attention was fleeting.

Until the server went down.
My soul aimlessly wound
around town
I drove, stopping to refresh
see same screen, scream again,
and wonder about
those I've never met
but in the end seem like friends,
at least the kind
you don't mind
at a distance.

Forums forsaken,
in withdrawal from
any semblance of Z
stimulation.
Then the server kicked in
reversed my chagrin,
back on track
with the facts
from General and Tech;
the warm glow of familiar jargon.

Search may not be perfect
(learn how to work it),
those post ho's who knows shows,
sh*t flows.  So goes
the path we make
and pretend not to
take--notice that
the life we live on-line 
is our own. 
Keeping it Z-related?

That a web site has become
the singular expression
through posting and refreshing
my hobby
my identity
my lobby
my serendipity
is either the best or worst
thing that has blessed or cursed
me, that I can remember.
Thank Gawd for TT.net.