novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- where are you electronic love? the computer refuses to flirt with the phone line anymore. my modem is heartbroken and not speaking to any of us. i am getting frustrated, entering new connection numbers and updating server information until the muscles in my neck harden and squeak when i turn my head. i have given up and driven to a school i no longer attend in order to pirate the computer lab. i am sitting barefoot in the last row of colourful imacs; this room looks like a mechanical candy store. perhaps ruth does not like the internet, heather. ruth stole my hammer and misplaced the stuffed cow toy that i bought the day i went awol from fat camp. i like to think of our ghost as ruth. the entire building, fucking with us, ever slightly. opening doors for the seven cats and shutting phone lines and gas pipes. 7:35 pm - 03.01.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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