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#1477 52 Fri Jul 26 09:42:05 1991 [Gardens are blooming] The Mistress [On my back proch.]
Yeah, sure.
#1743 52 Sat Jul 27 23:07:41 1991 Isis
Where's the story??????????
#1799 52 Sun Jul 28 11:07:08 1991 [My moral standing] Shane [packed up and left]
downtown. there's always a story downtown.
#1824 52 Sun Jul 28 14:56:31 1991 Isis
Really???????? I haven't seen it. hehehe
#1841 52 Sun Jul 28 15:46:18 1991 [My moral standing] Shane [packed up and left]
you're not looking. hang out at the busstop at that 9 ball run place. best stories are right there.
#1856 52 Sun Jul 28 17:14:20 1991 [My Moral standing] zied [blew my life's savings at Rio]
if ya don'ty get beat up.
#2015 52 Thu Aug 1 21:43:55 1991 [The L.A. Guns Fanatic] Italian Stallion
at least ya got a story then.
#2029 52 Fri Aug 2 08:52:24 1991 [My Moral standing] zied [has a plot for world domation]
too true.
#2309 52 Sun Aug 4 13:15:04 1991 [My Moral standing] zied [doesn't like star trek either]
a "geez whats the point story?"
#2326 52 Sun Aug 4 20:40:22 1991 [I am the father] Shane [the father of NOTHING!]
a "who cares" story.
#2337 52 Sun Aug 4 20:51:04 1991 [Guess what!] Lightning [Lightning's in the news!]
...But a story nonetheless! Let us not lose focus here...
#2351 52 Sun Aug 4 21:10:31 1991 [that doesn't frost my cookies] zied [hen hen]
a "what are we talkiong about story?"
#2440 52 Mon Aug 5 17:09:29 1991 [I am the father] Shane [the father of NOTHING!]
EVIL EVIL EVIL. evil.
#2645 52 Wed Aug 7 11:28:10 1991 [that doesn't frost my cookies] zied [hen hen]
Hes a family man, he does what he can.
#2674 52 Wed Aug 7 12:08:13 1991 [Would you believe me] Shane [when I tell you]
never broken any of the ten commandments
#2699 52 Wed Aug 7 15:37:59 1991 [that doesn't frost my cookies] zied [hen hen]
rubbing 'em out, rubbing 'em out.
#2916 52 Thu Aug 8 22:05:12 1991 [I need a new surname] zied [hows this?]
part 4 It wasn't long before Felix noticed the goons. A pair of 'em, dressed in that unique non-style that belongs to grown men who have steady jobs which don't require suits. Dull greys and browns, which contrast with sharp perceptive eyes. He ducked into an arcade and hopped into a stall. He stuck his cred-stick into the slot ignoring the droning electronic voice announcing the price. He found himself in a basic holo unit playing the latest in AI music. All the senses were involved, mere sound was reserved for vocal. The bass pulsed in explosions of light blue on white, while the trademarked MetaTar screeched in lightning fast orange wave form. A variety of unidentifiable odors subconsciously trigered thoughts of pain and sex. The music was overwelming and powerfully moving. When at last it stopped he was certain they would be right out side the booth, waiting for him. But no one was in sight, he didn't push his luck and called a cab with his skull phone. He hit he cab at a run and told the driver to floor it. Watching the whole wavering way for a car following them. It seemed too too easy, the goons should have found him in the all consuming minutes of the song of the AI. Whose music still danced in his head, striking images floated by, and soft poetry reached inside him and carved at his very soul.
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