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if you are wondering 'what has happened to sinus? : where is he? :
why does he not write more on his website?' � then let me explain
this to you ::: soMe people have takeN me away ::: i don't understand
what happens to me ::: >>>
as i waS leaving work last thursday eveNing � i exited thru the
back door � by the dumpsters ::: cool nighttime air hit my face in
a refreshing welcome back to the outdoors after a 10 hour stint of workaday
life at the office ::: i hear soMe strange yelling [ extremely incoherent
& almost football call-like in its vigor & illiteracy ] &
theN alL is dark ( welL � darkeR than the early evening outside at
least ) � a potato burlap sack of sorts somehow pulled down over
my head neck shoulders & torso & theN i feel 2 or 3 people grabbing
& pulling me about � they tie a rope to seal off the lower portions
of the restraining sackage ::: theN the strangest of strange things occurs
� the group backs away a bit [ although i sense they are still theRe
� whoever they aRe ] � & there is a full minute to 5 minutes
of no actioN � & theN � i feeL many elastics being shot
at me, pelting the outer portions of the burlapbag ::: i do alL that i
caN to avoid further mathclass embarassments & flail about running
to & fro until apparently i collide w/ the brick walL of my officebuilding
& pasS out ::: >>>
i do not know how much tiMe elapses ::: but then i awake
in an entirely different environment : i am no longer outside or near
my work [ at least as far as i can telL ] : i am in a small rooM �
no windows � a small faN spinning on a desk next to a computer monitor
� the burlapbag is on the floor next to me � i am on the floor
& seeM to have been asleep for hours � i wipe the drool off from
the lefthandside of my face � everythiNg is a bit blurry to me [
my glasses aRe nearby on the flooR ] � theRe is an office chair [
a veRy comfortable relax the back looking seat indeed ] �
a crap transistor radio [ soMe simple area radio statioN quietly filling
the space of the rooM ] � not much adorning the cool grey concrete
walls � a nature calendar, stilL displaying march 2002, the platypus,
soMe benign encyclopedia information written along the bottom of the photograph
� soMe scraps of paper oN the walL, scribbles, indecipherable �
a take out menu or 2 here or there on the walL as welL � no phoNe
in the rooM however � & � it appears they have takeN away
my cellphone � in the corner of the rooM i notice a security camera
quietly combing the rooM back & forth & theN stopping � i
hear a bit of crumpling & look over toward the door � & there
� on the floor � a scrap of paper coming thru bottom at the
foot � i pick up the piece of paper & only to read the word 'hungry?'
::: >>>
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