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Thats nice i like hearing decimals of sound that my mic gives off echoing into your mic computing throw thousands of wires bouncing off the tips of satellites millions of miles into the atmosphere.thats the sounds i truly love.the sound of emptiness.the sound of loneliness.that's the sound i always hear.the sight i always see...being in a crowd of humans.still being lonely in large groups.smelling fragrances of other humans who i shall not interact with.touch my own finger tips with my own fingertips..this is truly what it means to be alone...tasting nothing but the pitiful food i must consume only to survive a pitiful fate...that fate is.....being alone in a crowd....be lonely staring at a pixelated display where i can talk to millions of other souls who stare at a similar display..but i remain alone.this is like i have not chosen.this is body i will eventually die in.....this is the soul that will eventually drift away from this carcass...as my fingers remain on this device typing away...i remain alone...this is the knowledge i have gain when i have barely grasped the meaning of life... ,Mezentuis-

The date as of now is 9:29PM Monday November 14,2011