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blablahblah Michael Jackson was an alien
That cruel Iranian government
blahblahblahblah
need a aircut
It sure is hot today
blahblahblahblah
Today I will go swimming
Lose weight while sleeping
blahblahblah
Quake Live is teh sux
This summer is going to be...
yaddayaddayadda
Whatever happened to OJ Simpson, do you remember that
want to catch a pizza on the way home
bzzzzzzzz bzzzzzz
u must believe
slowly if necessary but you must get up
blahblahblah
it's 9 already
the child from next door breaking his leg in a climbing wall
bzzzzz
the harsh smells of summer, the sweet fragrance of the dead

I am inside of something. It is a wooden box on an attic of an abandoned ruin. Nobody will hear me hammering against the walls, against the top. Sand falls into my coffin into my eyes, nose and mouth. Startled doves jerk around and fly away as I pound against the walls. They will identify me as the missing person and find this story, written on dirty and damp paper with a shaking hand. Unheard.