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BigBrother

The truth is finally arrived.

 The manager was smoking not a good sign LISTEN Rodger you should not smoke in the building. Yes Dean eye understand that but this is monstrous activity. WHOM aer yew watching? That HOMELESS man? How droll how dross how someone like that lives from ONE day to the next is beyond me …??? He does not even drink beer, he does not smoke or even have sex eye suppose. His mind is like a steel mesh net tugging at the rocks on the bottom while searching for all the little fishes…this was Rodger almost mumbling. Dean eyed the man. What has he been looking at most of them look at pornography. He is a writer he makes documents and makes them to be cerebral. He does do that sometimes the little man is human after all but mostly he cahts his friend she seems to be all he needs to survive. He is making Fabels he spells it that way on purpose to be some sort of new age guru in the internet it takes some hard scrabble to get people to visit a webpage more than once he seems to be striving for perfection. He only ever has three games up and running mostly his first choice is ALCHEMY@
Then Scrabble Blast@ then sometimes when he is confidant of the time he plays a third game of his own choosing. Usually it's the Cosmic Bugs@ personally eye would rather play cards. He is totally aware that there is a manager on his screen but he can not ever assume that we aer BIG BROTHER watching him and them all of the people in the room we see just what they see. We have feelings we aer men they seem to be mostly students today listen to the rock and roll musick blaring from all the lower levels of the information commons. A girl was confronted with the manager icon on her screen she blanched the color green in such a blonde face and sighed and faltered eye she said in a hushed tones voice do NOT want them to see MY!! Files she was adamant. There is seldom any worry or fear to cause the mass extinction of the public users the students all have laptops and the cell phones aer now causing the city to move out all the pay phones why it's very hard to find one still in town with an intact receiver on them the point to make is good one mabe stolen by the bikers there is nickel plated jook boxes in the cellars of the headquarters of the Devils Angels the Arizona Chapter of Big Brother.



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