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[twincityhacker]

I want to talk, but there are no words. Just fear, and bordom, and inexplicable rage. How could you quantify that? Put it in little boxes that people have taken down, and made smaller than theier true meaning. Terrible - was once a mighty word. Lives lost, buildings burned. Now it's terrible that there's no ketsup.

There's nothing left. No shelter, as the words used to convey between ideals have been hijacked, torn asunder. No communication = brain death.

What's the point? Why go out, when you pass me by you don't see me. You don't notice your surodings, think of what is said. You flout, and flaunt, and give no care to anything. WHY?

And it goes on, untranslateable. All dust, as dust it shall return. Paper given over to the ephermal electronic. To heat death. There are no ruins of bytes, when civilation falls, what shall be the records of "I was here"?

Thank you for your time. Time. Time. Thyme. Rhyme.

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[msp-hacker.livejournal.com]

Oh, man I completely forgot about Daughter of Darkness. That reminds me more of how FF.net has more recently banned parodies and script fic. I mean, that's just being controling for no reason.