I believe the typo in this is probably intentional considering the cheapness and horrible quality of the lap-top!
I have one… NEVER AGAIN!!! Piece of unadulterated $|-|!T, to be kind.
And I just went through all the latest up-dates for Windows8 on it and WOW did it ever slow down!
More? The keys don’t always function… the space bar doesn’t “space”, the “y” works when it wants to, the “m” likewise. The cursor jumps at will. Screens slide in and out at random.
I took the first one back to the store and was told “It must be that one.”
This is the replacement… same shit different box.
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Day 5: I get a craving for things but when presented, it nauseates me. The claim is 7 days max. I’m disappointed at this point.
Those who smoke marijuana should never disparage tobacco smokers.
Both are plants.
Both are cultivated.
Both serve a craving.
Both are “relaxing”.
Neither is “pure” any more.
Tobacco smokers pay taxes.
Marijuana smokers are currently criminals.
Please remove your nose from my tobacco-smoking butt.
NEVER promise somebody anything that you won’t deliver.
Somebody just might be stupid enough to put faith and trust in you.
From under the blanket there came a murmur, followed by a soft cry. The child moved, the motion could be seen. The young woman tightened her hold on the blanket, moved one hand gently deeper under the blanket and softly bounced the little bundle cradled in her loving arms and she stared directly ahead of her at the older woman seated directly across from her. In a short course, the motion of the blanket ceased, the sounds under the swaddling bundle went silent. All was well, was silent again until, when at last the soldiers had departed and the train began moving again, the young woman loosened her grasp on the infant-child and blanket. The top of the blanket opened and softly fell from across the baby’s head and face and there, in the arms of this young mother, lay a child, her child, breathless… lifeless… suffocated… dead.
(Currently from the Max Manuscript - in progress)
Motes & Orts
"One day you’ll feel eighteen, look sixty, and wonder what happened."
Houses in Bedford Park.