Oct. 9th, 2008

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Finally, finally, back home.

Ultra-mega post with days 4 thru 10 after I recover.
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copied from [livejournal.com profile] daikon...and everyone else.
Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

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brief note before I transcribe )

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     She was moving through a crowded street, past stalls vending discount sotware, prices feltpenned on sheets of plastic, fragments of music from countless speakers. Smells of urine, free monomers, perfume, patties of frying krill. For a few frightened seconds he fought helplessly to control her body. Then he willed himself into passivity, became the passenger behind her eyes.
     The glasses didn't seem to cut down the sunlight at all. He wondered if the built-in amps compensated automatically. Blue alphanumerics winked the time, low in her left peripheral field.

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