Digital Death

Weird.

When someone deletes themselves online, it feels like their gone, even if you can pick up a phone and hear their voice.

Doubly odd when that inspires something in a story you’re already writing.

Oh, shit, hello 21st Century. Only four years in and you’re already brainfucking us. You’re going to be an asshole, just like the every other arbitrarily divided period of a hundred years, aren’t you?

Good for you, you fully-digital bastard…

benjamin sTone
Urbana, Illinois
1:39pm
Current Music: “Saviour Machine,” David Bowie
Last Movie: My Sassy Girl

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Buy and read...

A friend of mine has a book.
Buy it, you dirty dirty little perverts.
You can spare the bucks, and you’ll help start her life going down the path she wants it to.

Right here.

Remember, I’ll expect the same from all of you when my first writing gets published.

benjamin
Fucking clickety on the “addy to carty”

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Everybody else comments at dead-horse@yahoogroups.com
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