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Wednesday, August 18, 2004


this is nice
i dont know why, but looking at this guy i cant tell his whole life story. it unfolds in front of my eyes like a murtabak unfolds out of the greasy brown paper.
he grew up in a small town somewhere in the us. went to high school and joined the geek, i mean IT society and became really good at playing around with computers. until he finally got news of his illness. he had cherofogolobousfallogopolyilligitis. its a disease that certain people get when exposed to too many computer chips. so he became detatched from society and was hooked on creating machines that can check e-mails 120X faster than the ordinary computer. soon his mutant abilities caused by cherofogolobousfallogopolyilligitis led him to create a supercomputer. the twist to this story is that people then found out and beat him up and stole his supercomputer. now they are using it in NASA to do secret experiments. they then sent men in brown to erase his memory. after the trauma which never happened, he began eating donuts and drinking beer. he then became overweight and lazy. he now works for fedex and photocopies forms for people to fill in. he has a cool tie though...
- uncontrollable bursts of writing retarded rubbish finished.
now for controllable rubbish. heh.
woops, got project work to do.
:)

James Barr at 5:49 AM

your lipstick, his collar

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