manuscriptx
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I got a message today from a weirdo screen name. I never know who these people are; or if they're even real. The trouble thing is; most names don't really exist for the individuals' pleasure. It's a scam perpetrated by morons who don't have an ounce of intelligence located inside that coconut poor excuse of a brain.
Haunted Hampshire is a screen name; a screen name that mysteriously encountered mine on MySpace. MySpace doesn't have friends but enemies and individuals who are very unrealistic. You see faces and pictures but nothing like what I used to experience before the first time I endeared myself to the net inter-space; the inter-web. I had real conversations. I became familiar with people who cared to talk. I listened. I spent hours on end learning about other people besides me that did exist beyond the bubble of my boring life. My region of the country is filled with dead air; uninteresting and (unbeknownst to them) beleaguered persons of no dimensional thought process. They suck. Every one of them I gladly roll my eyes past and beyond them.
Now in the twenty first century; we can do that with our fingers and a screen.
Haunted Hampshire is a screen name; a screen name that mysteriously encountered mine on MySpace. MySpace doesn't have friends but enemies and individuals who are very unrealistic. You see faces and pictures but nothing like what I used to experience before the first time I endeared myself to the net inter-space; the inter-web. I had real conversations. I became familiar with people who cared to talk. I listened. I spent hours on end learning about other people besides me that did exist beyond the bubble of my boring life. My region of the country is filled with dead air; uninteresting and (unbeknownst to them) beleaguered persons of no dimensional thought process. They suck. Every one of them I gladly roll my eyes past and beyond them.
Now in the twenty first century; we can do that with our fingers and a screen.
