No farewell 'cause on has to bid for farewell.

No respect 'cause one has to pay for respect.

Magnetic resonance, two object in their fields, hurt a DNS, spam onto others. I'm such a full. Can't even dare to link to my other underground sites.

Lord knows, i fainted, too much sugar, overdose, sick, endure, weird dreams, sleep by daytime, way past, forbidden jokes.

Another weird dream, by night, a public concert with people I should be familiar with, exchanging good for broken shoes in a misled train, bad music and then a goldman. A poor place to study, sad schedule, sad perspectives.

My mother envisions a career for me and she talks to me about it.

Drifting breakfast girl, teenage dust, i'm moving bit like my grand grand father was handling atoms. Another world, a light that shines, too many pixels, too few lumens. More bandwidth, more problems. Data loss, civilian war, crafting jobs, decay underground, basic channel, tempering with the news, feeding the daemons, hijack my thurst.

Let alone him, past the station, our transport, cellular device, communicate with people, peron no peon. Sixteen reasons, seven sins, one fate. The seal is broken and Thiago away. Tried to get back down to work in perspective of a later labour. Unions survival test. Linked arrays, cluster's job, cron tabulator, show me your armor.

I can't remember the last time i wanked, weeks, months or more likely years. I'll throw a party for my 10 years.

I met Lyla at the airport. Me and my monkey, large avenues, implosions on the south bank. I have more money than i need, and there's so much more to come. Wishing really hard i could talk spanish so that i could export my operations in latin america.

The rise of my monkey, the fall of my ape. Fear attacks, stuck throat. I'll sing the opera, when i'll be gone to dust. Dreamt about cancer in me. Way past mexico, southern escapade. Wainting for the thrill, wanting to drill.

The pace hit the static. I'll data mine within a few days.

Mood rollercoaster. I'll use semantics. I dream about being only second to the boss, a adviser. I'll advertise in the index. Had an interesting conversation with a man about my name and we both end up agreeing that the best thing in life was serving.

I've been crawling to find a semantic visual mapper but i think i'll have to wait for Thiago to get home. I haved data from indexation of my images and I wanted to have a global view. I can provide a simple CSV file, and googling around didn't help find a tool to make the analysis.

Woke up by 4:00 at night. Didn't feel like sleeping, though i am tired of this. The facade collapses. Solitary man, i shall wear black. I write for robots and data will emerge. Listen to Francis Cabrel. Feels more like being the only one alive when i'm the first to awaken.

Exile seems like a sound option, but the destination would have to be a pure Republic in the greek acceptance.

I'm 32 and i've never worked more than seven months in the same place. I must have some kind of fear of human attachment. I fire a few craling robots. In Paris, the night is never really black. I stay inside all day long. I miss the not-acting days. I pretend to be a student but i'm just a tourist.

It turns out i am an hits multimilionaire and that's not just robots. There are people coming here and downloading data. I don't know what they want but they keep coming in.

Distant host down, accross the universe, silence is easy, looking for a letter, shelter of answers, learn how to crawl, define answer, felt on the go, silence is easy, everyone seeks, what i'm after, shines on me, wake early, foreward to next, Thiago missing, Piotr wonders, silence is easy, la la la.

Perlpot goes more public. Shelter the weather. White ass dominator. Challenge the transport process. Back to school, again, second term.

Back to the clock shift. Felt like Edgar. I had to conceed. Fair enough. Piotr is pretty good at data mining and serving his neighbour. Thiago is still in Netherlands. I now have the winter in me. I neglect my body.

Sawmill made me realize how popular i was through this site, even in places like Korea or the Islamic Republic of Iran. These logs make you travel through cyberspace. We'll meet again.

More opera, less soap. It all strikes back with torrents of Alias and 24. Repurposing code. Decades later, I'll strike back at the Firm.

Larger epic. I've taken over the winter. XML hacks. Benchmarks. We'll meet again, later, another beach. Bubbles emerge and disapear. Abilify is to be on sale as Benway told me. The message is inside the lines. Egyptian cocaine. There's no station until further notice. I'll end up loving you.