Race

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There's a race out in the main road.
Engines; warm and firey.
Life and fuel buzzing through
with more energy and excitement
than ever before.

This is not the finals,
but everything is at stake.
Everything is on show,
everything is at risk.

The crouds are electrifying,
but very few are watching.
Great banners, colours and emblems adorn the walls,
gleaming armour, charming smiles, patterns and trophies.

Green and a bang signaled the start.
They moved forwards in leaps and bounds,
analysing every move, every thought, every word;
but my engine failed to start.

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No, it's not a poem, just a series of phrases.

Reddit

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Everyone bleieves what they do is right and normal. People tend to regard themselves s reasonably intellegient and capable. Therefore, it can be said that it is best to be humbe, respect everyone's opinion, reason and perspective. Being aware of this hypothesis, we can assume that we are pretty much the same as everyone else, that we too believe that we are above the mainstream society in terms of intelligence and taste.

I found this marvellous discussion board: Reddit.

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On a thread about data loss on Reddit a rumour of the electronic phenomenon known as "digital dust"surfaced. Essentially it's a phenomenon which occurs to all forms of electronicQ media: that comptuer files slowly degrade themselves until the become damaged and unreadable. The example of an mp3 file was given. That after a few years, you could really tell the difference. The follow question also surfaced:

actiondan: OMG all my photos are stored as "JPEGS"? i noticed some of the older ones are gettig a bit blocky. what should i do?
nekoniku: First you have to make sure all the pegs are good and tight. If they aren't tight, the digital fabric the jpeg is printed on will stretch, producing the effect you have noticed.

epic troll is epic.
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Also from Reddit, there is a delightful thread made completely out of puns. If i pig loses its voice is it disgruntled? Please, you must read the third post onwards as Mr_Smartypants flaunts out his interlectual wit.

-videotape.

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A good friend of mine, who is trying to find solace after an obviously emotional breakup with who she believed was her one true, asked me.

"What on earth do you do with yourself? Don't you just get bored? All I seem to ever talk about is bread, work and fish. What should I do to save myself from memories of him?"

I pretty much ignored her latter question. I believe I answered it at the moment, but my mind was occupied with that single thought. "What on earth DO you do with yourself?"

Eric seems to be in a routine. He wakes up. Gets to uni. Goes to lectures. Sits alone. Goes to tutes. Does the work, alone. It seems as though his only highlights of his current tertiary weekly life is: Fencing, which is relatively social as he gets to befriend and hurt the same people; and his socialable Thursdays, spent with various characters from various areas. There are also lazy friday afternoons where he often enjoys doing nothing at all with a few loved friends. But this is not what Eric is most concerned about.

The real question Eric is pondering, is what on earth he thinks about all day. This good friend of his is suffering from a mixture of boredom, regret, heavy nostalgia and confusion. Before, when she was in happy-sugar-intoxicating-land, she had her other half to think about. But you Eric. What goes on in your head on a day to day basis? Are you not affected by the common trend of pairing up at all? She had asked.

Eric seems to ponder on human interaction, relations with other people, as well as buildings and various other inanimate objects; but only when he's bored. Eric likes to occupy his time watching people walk around campus. It all may sound a little silly, mainly because it's all a lie. For he doesn't do anything, just ambles around until he sees a familier face.

His head doesen't actually contain all that much. In fact it's quite empty. There are no picture frames nor any windows. Just a nice sterdy wooden chair and a old faulty video player. He sits and watches memories of the old playing over and over again.

-smuck.