As my inner throat runs into strangle I feel inspired as if death was around the corner. Although I know it lurks it does not consume me in the slightest. Instead I feel compelled to open another packet of tobacco rocks and begin to chew.
As the initial drag of repent sinks my focus is almost completely lost.
Facebook: A relative anomaly was having the device only acceptable by college students at the point of origination. CIA developed? I doubt it. Nevertheless with its continued and current evolution I find it hard to deter and more and more addicted. A sickness. Deactivation has crossed the line but to return again is to simple. Then again, then again a selfless debate with thyself, have we touched a nerve? Preponerence of evidence, I am brainwashed. Not to mention viral news and streaming video. I am getting sidetracked so I will return with the O.T. - a novella written by Ankur C. Misra
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