Now
August 23rd 2007 03:06
The room is crowded. People typing. I'm sitting. People point. Smell of some dude eating pickeles. There's a magazine. Helpful comments. Tiredness. Life's not bad. Itches. This room booked for a class. Everything continues. No need for anger etc. Just chill with it. Pull out of computer. Push into the frey. Deboot. Exit. Now.
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