It's funny how the internet used to be my refuge - to whence I could escape and just assume an identity - not the real me, but someone who could provide me with an escape from my real life. Now my real life and identity has become the cyber me and as I go about my waking life in the real world, it is as if I don't really exist there anymore. I dawn the shroud of anonymity and walk the earth like a ghost. I am more real and alive within the infinate and boundless environment of the www and my human body only exists when I have to see to its by now routinised needs, always in keeping with a tight shedule.
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The internet is a beautiful thing, isn't it? It allows us to express another facet of ourselves that doesn't always get the chance to be exposed in our "everyday life."
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the matrix cometh bebe!!! yeah i fully get what you mean, often find/think i'm pandering to an audience, read the very early chronicles and then the newer ones. Once I was discovered, I became a persona i guess. lalala luv ya lulu :)
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