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Subject: Geez.

Author:
Joe

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Date Posted: 22:17:25 02/05/03 Wed
Author Host/IP: NoHost/67.32.21.2

Hard to believe it's been almost a year since I've used this thing. Took me a little while to even find it again. It's kinda like the real one, actually... always forgotten, then brought right back around.

FoS

Heh... sounds like something a kid would come up with, really. But, then again, I don't guess I'm anything but that. A big kid. Maybe a big kid whose just pretty good at playing pretend--so good he convinces himself he's all grown up. So good he convinces almost everyone of that.

Ah, to be skilled... even in children's games. It's got to be worth something.

I don't guess you ever come here anymore. Been more than a handful of months since you have... I can understand that. So, I'm here. Mostly because I'm at home and find that in the few minutes I have at the end of the night... no, I don't guess I've got anywhere else to go. This is it.

Me and a big, dark, cold room. Imagine it's like a big warehouse, here. Or like the real FoS. With hard floors that remind someone of granite or marble; immense open spaces... an echo.

It feels like there's an echo.

It's the kind of place I'd want credit for sleeping on the floor in. The kind of place where I think the great people are going to come and save me. From what? I haven't the foggiest. Maybe from me... because I'm likely to do something really stupid, someday. It's as inevitable as my morning drag from a fresh cigarette. Maybe I can choose not to, but at the time? I'm going to do it anyway.

So... I'll let the echo get quiet and curl up and feel nothing but hard, cold marble under me. I'll wait in the dark for great people. I'll hope they get here in time. I wouldn't want to ruin it all.

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Subject	Author	Date
Re: Geez.	Beth	09:26:51 07/23/03 Wed
Re: Geez. -- Joe, 03:41:39 08/09/03 Sat Re: Geez. -- Beth, 09:30:01 08/10/03 Sun