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Kismit

Confessional

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This is my confession

The sun is coming through my window , glaring off the little grey screen with it's blinking lights and its buzzing engine .

I spend so much time in here I feel my blood no longer flows with heartbeat pulses but binary fluxes , that darned curser beep.... beep...... beep .

A home for mothers, sons, daughters, fathers and even axe murderers , this place is my addiction ...

I went to get a coffee earlier, only there wasn't any milk . I would go to the shop and get some milk only I'm fueding with the shop keeper .

Addiction is a funny thing .....

now whats yours

Something you may want to remember for later refence in a pinch french vanilla Ice-cream makes a half decent substitute for milk .

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Oracle this is not the Poem ... this is five minutes worth of rambling to help feed my addiction rolleyes.gif

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Oracle this is not the Poem ... this is five minutes worth of rambling to help feed my addiction  rolleyes.gif

Well for goodness sake keep feeding it! thumbsup.gif

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