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 The Clickerer

The Clickerer
The Clickerer
The Clickerer
 NO matter the instructions he does not read them anyway he sits on public display and clicks the mouse it clicks he can not hear it anyway, but only feels the results with senses no one noes or cares to have. They sit and smile at him and say perhaps he really feels the clicks it seems that way some sort of spider sense they say and then they go away back to classes or a nook upstairs. They got a picture of him once outside when he began to actually defecate they turned the camera off and barfed they ralfed for almost thirty minutes each but cut it off so they could go upstairs and back to sleep. They tried to show the film to Art Instructor but the man reached up and turned it off of the projector he said go burn this this is not a film for Art Instructor. He gets the game typed in and this is how he remembers how to do this. He types G for GOD an A for all the times he won he types a M for Mother who still loves him sweet. He types the E for everyone to see him Clickerer. He feels the eyes but cannot see the faces and yet he noes just who it is that braces him and it unnerves him to have them there so near to all his loves. He noes just how to space the mouse to get in too the box he noes just where to start his clicks he moves the mouse in a arch of widening moves and gets them all he clicks and walls of Jericho fall he moves the mouse again and rives the water falls cascades and rivers moving on the page he makes the game to seem like real live life and then he makes the game to be the life inside. He taps his way to terminal with cane and sites away for several days he plays no one can stay his hand or call him bored he gives his sight to the Lord and plays his game. They asked him once if he could see with limited sight he said a tree not men not night he can see a white white light in the middle of the screen he fights with Bolden Knights a white horse stallion and a frog. He makes the frog win every time. When the GAME is over all the Knights have warts. A blind man bluff in a Dell. A Blind leading only himself and no one else threw a looking glass mage to the Game in the Dell.


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