This one time, at band camp...

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“…will be with us on the day”, now there’s something to think about… What day is that day, in your mind? How does that day appear to you? It’s quite interesting to think how that question is probably answered differently by each of you who read this. Now whether or not - when you pictured your day - that this magical infection known as, the internet was the first thing that came to mind is a questionable thought. At least from the way I pictured the day, well actually that day has already come and gone in my life… considering that I’m a ghost! Well let me tell you that for a guy who plays this fiddle and studies about newspaper rills and column articles; but did it all back when the roads were clean and the air fresh; my death was something quite explosive! Much like if you pictured the internet working and moving in a cosmic electric! Filled with brilliantly fierce eruptions; common of those during the earth’s infancy. A release of the sonic-kind shattered my bones and liberated my soul and cosmic energy. My vision was shrouded by a glorious glow and then I woke up on the roof of the monument building only to discover I’d been away for an extraordinary amount of time. I tell you what from what I’ve learnt about the internet there’s a whole lotta space in which there hives an endless cavern of information making bees.

MikeyFredericks

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