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The dude at his desk... (short story)
As I type, I dont know why I type, it doesnt make sence, but what does in this crazy old world. Making you work and work.
He sat at that desk for hours typing, the very sound of hitting those keys over and over again was like white noise. Horrible! He sat there almost for five minutes with out blinking, his eyes were watering now. The heat over powering, the old fan kept on turning and turning producing nothing but stale hot air, like a rhinos breath.
He sat and sat, through sun and snow typing...
...typing for what, no not to be famous for a book or review, and no not extremely important work which had to be finished and he would have a years holiday and pay.
Just typing. Sweat pouring down his face, the keys stained with blood where his fingers had been scraped raw by annoying continious typing.
Enough to drive any sane man mad, but this was no sane man as you can probably gather by now.
For this man had one computer with one desk, for that was all he owned, he was contained in a little room with a little fan and a flickering light, like I said madness.
As I type, I dont know why I type, it doesnt make sence, but what does in this crazy old world. Making you work and work.
He sat at that desk for hours typing, the very sound of hitting those keys over and over again was like white noise. Horrible! He sat there almost for five minutes with out blinking, his eyes were watering now. The heat over powering, the old fan kept on turning and turning producing nothing but stale hot air, like a rhinos breath.
He sat and sat, through sun and snow typing...
...typing for what, no not to be famous for a book or review, and no not extremely important work which had to be finished and he would have a years holiday and pay.
Just typing. Sweat pouring down his face, the keys stained with blood where his fingers had been scraped raw by annoying continious typing.
Enough to drive any sane man mad, but this was no sane man as you can probably gather by now.
For this man had one computer with one desk, for that was all he owned, he was contained in a little room with a little fan and a flickering light, like I said madness.
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White noise is the used by the milatery to interigate people its just like when your TV noise is on a channel which isnt there all fizzy and anoying.
Oohhh.. that's a horrible sound!!
Oh dear.
Yeah imaginate for that poor fellow and his desk.
Actually, white noise is an acoustical or electrical noise of which the intensity is the same at all frequencies within a given band.
It hurts your ears, usually.
It hurts your ears, usually.
Like the high-pitched noise in your ears? The one that makes you think you're special?!
Yeah thats right, I didnt really know how to explain it before.
Azul wrote:
> Er.
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> Rubbish.
> Why does it change tense, like, 10 times.
Because its a mad story. Duh!
> Er.
>
> Rubbish.
> Why does it change tense, like, 10 times.
Because its a mad story. Duh!
cool story
Yes quite...
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