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 57CharlaX57 ThePublicDoor

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ThePublicDoor
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 They may someday keep the public at bay and force them into a general area they will have only 25 free computers there and they will not maintain them the door is not locked and never carded the intry way is three feet tall they said it makes the everyone bow down to them when entering. The computers all have cups and places fit to smoke they never dump the ashtrays the thing is bottomless the ashes fall for miles and they hope the ashtrays never will fill up. One man dropped a dime and said it fell too far away he cried all day and they asked him what is a dime what's a dime for we want to knoe that that was what was that thing that archaic piece of money thing you dropped it in our ashtrays? He laughed and hopped about upon his crutch he looked a little crazxy in his beard and robe. Insult becomes the injury when the firebell rang they said the public can ignore it no don't get up you do not have to leave we do not care that this place is burning down you have no cards no numbers on your crown you have no real place to be no eye dee and so you cannot obey the rules is not for them the public not in tune the music that we play is not for you. We eat real food prepared by women in the kitchens they make the solyant7 into objects we can eat. We have the money in the form of credits it's just numbers on the card when we need some more we kill someone and we absorb the credits on there card. Prepare the avenue of mye escape the guillotine is next the people will rebel at first they hate the loss of freedom coming to the country of the birth of fortunes son the Washington one He put a cloth underneath the Three-Corner Hat and ran beneath the cherry trees yelling in a rather loud voice Le~ Guere carpe diem À chaque jour suffit sa peine. The tree was chopped was not a cherry but a pine. There was only one man who could fit in the public door and as he did not smoke they filled in the ashtrays with all the pennies nickels dimes and quarters they could find underneath the windows of the fast food places all of them now closed the plastic money would not feed them. He looked close at the door when the fatest of the users tried to squezze the useless bulk into the narrow public door and breathed a sigh of relief when he did not make it inn where he was ruler of the 25 computors and the only one in the public lieberry.  He opened his entire poetry websites one by naked one and then he smiled. Job done carpe diem just smiling now waiting on his babae lambea to roughly translate what George had said. She said “Not hardly seize the day there is more evil in this one day than hardly eye have won in telling truth” and then as she went away again she seemed a little weary of this test of love.



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