

The Internet Ghost.The machine starts - simply a low whirr, and the alien light of the screen entraps me within. My body vaporized, I am now no more than a pair of eyes and a mind with fingertips, pointing and clicking my way into oblivion. There is no real sound here, save that machine's simple hum. Also, the eternal clatter of keys being pressed. Keys forming letters, letters forming words from ones and zeros out somewhere in the simulated universe that some old men created a millenium ago. There is no real smell here, only the occasional whiff of heated air being released from the fan. Always, the simulated scent of old plastic and electricity puThe Internet Ghost.
... ;; I swear it wasn't on purpose..
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Okay. Maybe it WAS.
THREE DAYS.
The spreader of knowledge.
is a General Fiction Writer
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is a deviant since Jan 19, 2004, 5:03 PM
has 600 pageviews
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I WIN.
You really respect me? Damn, that's awesome, I'm flattered. Really I'm misting up here... allergies, I have allergies, allergies damnit. I can't help but notice you didn't mention anythign about respecting Spencer... I'll have to hold that above him now and chant it. The evil of it... so great...
Anyway thanks for linking to me.
I can't believe you implied I was an alcoholic on the internet...
Asshole.
Alex
Thanks again
Alex.
Damn I'm coherant today, aren't I?
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now I just stare into the sun
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Communication is Clarity
War brings Technological Progress and Unification
Knowledge is Power
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Who are you on Furc?
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He who loves is a fool
He who loves none is wise
He who is dead is king.
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Everyone dances like a chicken in my town. ^.^
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