I have a job.
It doesn't involve sharks or dinosaurs, and there are no lasers except those in the printers. But I sit around and do technical stuff and talk about swine flu (H1N1 = Hini = Heinie, geddit?).
I was doing some ip work on one of the office computers when my mouse started moving by itself. I thought I was hallucinating but then it began opening random windows and I freaked out a little bit. After my coworkers had revived me by shoving Ritalin down my throat and called a guy to repair the photocopier, I went back to the computer, only to find A MESSAGE waiting for me.
"Dig forty paces north of the statue of the praying woman," it said. I bought a shovel, and spent the next hour burrowing through worm-rotted corpses of the long-ago dead, before I found a jade ring with the inscription, "To my beloved Alice, may the wind take you swiftly."
Okay no I don't work in Silent Hill.
Wake up, it's a new day.
REWIND AND REWIND AND REWIND
He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
He is a strange specimen. Poet, guitarist, writer, and an avid freak. He enjoys long midnight walks and quiet contemplation, and going on food runs with his friends. Please use caution when approaching this individual - he is known to eat children and engage strangers in complex philosophical questions.
Who's this guy?
If you scrolled all the way down here, you must be bored.
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