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 Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 10:23 pm
RUN PROGRAM: CC_FILEZIP.JPG SIZE: 86MB
I've heard tell mother is in critical condition... but I'm quite lost and I have no idea how to get home... shoot... I need help. Please someone deciphere where I am! The trees are tall... the hills snow-capped... the world it seems to bare... but I am here and I am free of life's eternal misery. That was horrible... I'm not meant to be a poet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 29, 2006 11:31 am
ERROR PROCESSING! RUNTIME ERROR PROTOCALL #$%&
The wind of death travels through my life. I came home yesterday to find mother dead... she'd been worried sick about me... and I just disappeared on her. How horrible am I? I felt so sick I couldn't even type this like I wanted to... damnit... damnit... damn... it ... al..... ...........................................................................................................................
ERROR MALFUNCTION IN THE SYSTEM!!!!
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 7:56 am
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Death. Love. Hate. Life. Romance. Oneself. Herself. Himself. Us. We. You. I. Here. There. It. To. From. Me. ... yea... me. Is life... all about death? No? Then why do all the religions focus on getting people to the afterlife of heaven? Can't answer that can you? Is love all about sex? No? Then why do most woman get raped or put into abusive relationships where they loved their partner? One's own person? Does someone really have their mind all to themself? Yes? Are you sure? Maybe that is the one solitude man was granted... but now with telepathics even that has gone out the window. The world is a bad place... accept it... and live on... or die trying.
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Posted: Fri Mar 17, 2006 6:50 pm
COMPUTER MALFUNCTION, PROCESS ONLINE IN
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My computer broke. Just like my life. I dunno what to say, what to do ... what I'm living for. Everyone these days goes around in a zombified manner questioning their lives. Well you know what? That's not cool. Why question your life if it's not good to live? Why keep living? But I suppose I should say that. I'm a good boy and I'll be good... I'll write a book... just like mother... you think I should tell Lola about the man stalking the house? ... Naw...
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2006 10:47 am
REBOOT PROCESS COMPLETE
I think I need a new computer... I lost the entire book I wrote... lucky I had a backup disc... I sent it in to mum's editting company saying it was hers but I helped. It'll be published real soon... that's about all there is to say....
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