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I miss my I-pod. I never realized how much I depended on it. My grades are slipping in school because I have no music in my ears. I need noise to concentrate. I need music. I miss it so. I can not block out the gibberish that spills from their mouths. I can not trance out to the industrial sounds while I type in endless amount of code for XHTML. I depended on it so much and now I realize. I am holding out for the new Video I-Pods. I love trinkets damn it. I need more. I want to realize a soulless body that has been digitized to forever roam about on the netscape of this world. It is possible give it ten years. (The Age of Spiritual Machines)
I need camouflage to hide me from myself. A new beginning and a trinket for the sale. I need a silence a room full of noise. A crying baby in the corner and I broke all it's toys. I need a radio to send out distress. I need a telegraph to describe what is left. I need the electric first and foremost. I need the milk for the baby a tit from a goat. A silence has risen a city has died. More on the horizon more for you and I. We walked on the interstate and screamed for salvation. We prayed in the median and looked at the devastation. The baby is dead and now breakfast is served. Though many will seek death we shall get what we deserve.

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