steer a course for nowhere

My little empire is crumbling because I can't get up in the morning. Actually I can but I can't get off the computer. Actually I can but I need to keep the computer from breaking. Actually I can but I need to use LVM, filelight, kdirstat and baobab. Actually I can't because I can't figure out how to partition. Actually I can I just need to turn the musics down. Actually I can't because I have to ignore my emails. Actually I can't because I have to go to bed with my wife too. Actually I cannot because I have cars in my neighbourhood and I am severely prejudiced against living near the automobile. Actually I can but my little damn folding bicycle has a broken wheel. Actually it's the tire. Actually it never popped. Actually I have to fix the garage door otherwise my bike will get stolened. Actually I first need to fix the roof of the other garage where I live because it will get mouldy. Actually I better go do my schoolwork because I need to not fail, again. Actually I need to deal with the landlord because he is a fucker who thinks that he can have all the money I don't have because he was blessed with land... Actually I got cut off by the computer so I can't finish that thought and I once made the circle with it all but actually now the circle is forever broken I guess I should remember to backup because soon all my hard drives will crash and linux is supposed to be stable but the blogger firefox crashes like nothing for no reason (except perhaps the autosave!)

leftly leaving.

Now I will be more boring.

There was sense here but the computer erased it. On purpose. The purpose of computers is to copy, to make it easier by copying and reconfiguring. You can't really erase anything. Unless it was never supposed to have been written.

I want money.

i want a job where I don't have to go to work. I want power over my life and ours.

The last way. Read it and weep. The peet of Maevis beacon teaches typing by driving a 286 car simulation game in grade 2. The last number of monies that equals to the better place.

We forget about the righteous lastly. We woo word. The libraries are on strike so that the men can be paid less than the ladies. The nights of the bookworms are all about the friendly measurement of mind tricks. The mindtrap board game is very boring. I learned it in grade 3. In school. The best way is to nothing that a bullet in the belly couldn't cure. For heaven's sakes. For christ's love. For the freedom of Shiva. Because all the vishnu dreams are not really real. Because we are the consience that forgot to dream itself into existance. We almost had lucid dreaming but then we voted for Georgey Boy Bush in order to have the balance of dark lord for all the good that we have hated in the past. Whose country song is this?

The rest of the orphans got off the bus. They got under the tires and then the bus rolled forward. This is momentum the TVcaster explained to the teary eyed mothers on to of their pedestals. Remember we are all seperated for the greater good. WE ARE ALL ALONE ON OUR SEPERATE COMPUTERS BECAUSE THAT IS HOW WE COME TOGETHER FOR THE GREATER GOOD.

The binary values of the computing age have seeped into our safety literature and medecine such that we cannot see how a doctor ought to act except to remember that the landfill must now be also open for all the cloth daipers.

Do you know that you can get 70 daipers a week delivered to your door every week and all the shit neatly removed from them safety sanitarily wise and a deoderiser bucket all for a measily $16 dollars a week(w). Yes, and they don't even have a website for this company. I wish I knew the emoticon for dollar signs in the eyes! I can make daiper websites! for only $16 a week!

Underneath the slave ships were all these people willing to help each other and mostly they just put up with it. You can call them sheeple all you want but it is not they that are alone.

Do you remember? But the leg up and call it good luck. I forget. The last way was nonsense filling up the screen. The spam is our cultural output and never forget it. We lock the doors at night in order to keep our brains from sleepwalking out into the street and getting run over by the driving drunkards. Well, really, I don't think it is such a far fetched possibility.

Does anybody ever even ever want to going to read this? I was thinking that if I printed it on fancy paper and nice bindings in a cute little book then people wouldn't read it but they might buy it and put it on their shelf to collect dust instead of not putting it into their bookmark/favourites toolbar thing to add to the long list of URLs that will never be looked at again.

<<..this is where the dollar $ign$ for eye's emoticon fits in, I almost forgot>>>

We started of living in the new house. The hardest button too button. The last life we has was last the bad. Actually I kind of liked what the Globe and Mail was saying about the White Stripes. Backup...<<<

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^^That was just included so you two would know how to do that.

So, That's it. I''l ll be ee go ii iin g tooo breee d a dd n d ow. nno ow. now. no.w

So if not, then for get it,
yes. make a mess at the end of it. That is our way of imparting meaning so then you can pick up the peices afterwards and know that if you had turned the pages faster you would not be still here today remembering those pages.

Please buy it from me.