Warning: The following "story" is highly experimental.

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Muscles hurt.

Daily inventory of fears and loathings – parked cars, moving cars, cigarettes, loud and obnoxious, hectic states, overwork, boredom, televised depression, politics.

“Time for class! Time for class! Time for class!”

Does this make any sense to you?

A cut-up: Yeah, even though I think Neway, the way to a debt-free life, I posted last I was going to do a follow up matching domain for your email address!

Does his make any sense to you?

Corrugated steel roof. Fluorescent lights gleam, bare bulbs unobscured by diffusion gratings. Significant large speakers that appear in the shape of TV screens. Ancient iMac keyboard. Figures that Microsoft wouldn’t know how to spell the word iMac.

“Time for lass! Time for lass! Time for lass!”

Someone once stated that the key quality in all music is repetition.

LOVE. MOTHER. FATHER. COUNTRY.

ME

It’s not a poem, even though you think it is.

Encryption – the NSA looks for things that aren’t there. Reading between the lines-

Daily inventory of happiness – projects, pornography, distractions, procrastination, sleep.

P D P – how do these letters affect you when you read them? Do you feel threatened by them?

In an insane society, how do you tell if you are insane? In this context, is it that sane person that is finally judged insane?

The first G4. Old-style, blocky monitor. The light glows green instead of white. The colors featured in an obscure advertisement, the subject of which I doubt is remembered by anyone at this point.

Was that too coherent for you?