Stardate 26 Jul 2006 - 3:56 am

Log entry 25882345 Commencing ------ Now

Dear technological thingy that cannot be described as a diary because of the sophisticated mechanical stuff involved in it that separates it from a piece of paper. I'm tired. I have a very intense day behind me. I'm currently eating a sandwich consisting of some butter, tomato and fresh onion. It's tasty. I drink a cup of green leaf tea. I should be asleep now.

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Ever since our ancestors started to comprehend the abstract, they asked questions. Who am i? Why am i here? Why of all places in the universe are we inhabiting this very planet? How did the universe pop into creation? When will time end? The questions i'm pondering now is somewhat more shallow, yet, in my current situation, i find them infinitely more important then all the others. Why the fuck did that god-damned water pipe had to give up today, and in my hood? Why not on weekend? Why not in 5 years? Why not 3 blocks away?

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I find this most disturbing. You know how people don't notice little things until they find out they're no longer there? Like coffee, or shower water. I'll notice that in a few hours. The realisation that i'll have to go through at least the first few hours of my day stinking like some abomination and without my daily portion of the sweet sweet energizing nectar is overwhelmingly frightful. At least i have my cigarettes.

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I think i lead a good life. I try to be objective and non-prejudiced. I try very hard not to lie. Always try to be polite. I go over the things i've done in my life, and try to find the answer - why me? Is it because i didn't give some cash to the poor guy on the street? Or maybe because i don't believe in god (or God)? A question of faith, or perhaps, of doom. Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe it's a conspiracy. All i know is, that currently, under my window, theres a team of workers, and a few pieces of heavy duty machinery, that's doing it's best to rip the brain out of my head with a wall of sound. I think it IS a conspiracy.

[worker1] Hey guys, what will we do tonight?
[worker2] Dunno man, we don't have any beers... hm.
[worker1] Hey, i've got an idea. We missed the last company picnic, so let's compensate. I say we pack our stuff, go under Mad's place, and dig a big, fucking hole in the ground.
[worker2] Check out the big brain on Ted! High five!
[worker3] You rock.wav
[worker4] Groovy!
[worker5] *does the monkey dance*

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That feeling of utter helplessness is the worst, i think. I mean, those guys are just doing their jobs. It's not their fault, i'll bet they'd rather spend this night in the arms of a loved one, in the quiet comfort of their own houses, not standing in a gaping wound in the earth, trying to replace a broken pipe. Yergh. But that sound...

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Every time i close my eyes i hear a music playing. It's so soothing. Like flowers in full bloom. The mist slowly closes upon my tired mind... a gust of wind comes, throwing the rainbow fog in the deepest corners of my head. I can't sleep. Maybe i won't ever sleep.

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Peeing is not a problem, i have lots of empty bottles in the house. But what about, let's call it, taking a snapshot? How will i flush the snapshot if there is no water in the hood. Fortunately, i can't feel the snapshot coming now, but i'm sure he will be coming soon. He will wait in his lair, awaiting the best moment to strike. There is a park nearby. I think it's a good place for snapshots.

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The old man opened his eyes. He looked around, and wept, his salty tears evaporating even before they hit the barrened ground. He had no idea who he was, or what was he doing here. He took a look at the burning skies. Something snapped in him, as he released a howl which shook the foundation of this tattered earth. When there was no more screams left in him, he knelt down and died. He opened his eyes again... even the stars will know the meaning of a man's eternal fury.

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Respect to the guy who invented ear plugs.

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