Today was cold. The wind breeze my stomach and utterly resulted a sudden chill through my spinal cord. I have never felt so mad. In manners of accomplishing a certain flash, the music deliberately causing a fault. Everything stop. I can't move. The only alternative to such condition is to manipulate the system, only to erase all memories and thus even making it ever existed. Damn Machine. Upcoming month I will be alone in the cold nights but happen to be accompany with, presented, Surrounded by Machine. I love machines. Help the life to a another route. But I hate it. Causing to malfunction the system over heating all digitize information. We could only presume it's happening. But this is a damn we're talking about. a Damn. So as for this cold day I never have achieve such compulsory exit which could revive some internal works. I founded we actually don't give a DAMN about it.

TaraGraphics October 20th 2009