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Today I start my
journal of things.
My Name is Boris. I like bunnies. Some people live in two houses.
Or three or four houses. I live here,
too.
I'm inside my computer and inside your computer and also in
front of my computer. But not in front of yours.
Come see what I'm think about.
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"I have decided to start
keeping an online journal. My friend at the bunny clinic told
me that I have a lot to say and suggested that I put my thoughts
online for all to read and enjoy. Even though you are reading
what I am thinking and you are thinking what you are reading,
do not become confused. I am still me and you are still you.
Come back whenever you are wondering what I'm thinking about!" |
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This time I am in my uncles attic. My uncle has a new computer
that plugs into our brains.
What color am I thinking of? Is it green? What green are you
thinking of? Think it so I can think it.
Now I'm going to the park. David says there is a walk-in freezer.
Meet you there.
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"I am thinking about the
color green. My teacher David wants me to go to the park so
I can get some sunshine and fresh air. Unfortunately, I have
been locked in my uncles attic for three days as he has gone
on vacation with all of his keys." |
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Mom said to chew my
food better.
I hear the cracky sounds. My head does the crackys, and hears
the cracky sounds for me.
I have food before I'm ready again!
It's not like when I remembered to be ready.
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"I remember having somewhat
of a problem with my jaw as a younger human. Just recently,
I have started noticing it again. Maybe it is because my wisdom
teeth are all coming in. The way my teeth come together is just
not the same as it used to be. When I eat, a nerve at the hinge
in my jaw gets pinched and causes an unappetizing pain. As a
result, I have to plan ahead before meals and spend ten minutes
or so clenching and unclenching my jaw. The exercise seems to
stretch things into shape and eating is as pleasant as always." |
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Hello there again,
my words.
There is a magical pool in my house as lately as we are up to.
I always think I should soak it up. It even looks to be growing
and spreads. I always know I should kill it. But I never did.
I knew about my sick toes before I knew about the foot problem
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"It has been two months
and I'm finally allowed to go on the Internet again. My doctor
friend tells me that too much Internet will bloat my brain."
"I noticed something small and glass smashed into the carpet
in my room. It wouldn't go away. Throughout the days, I saw
it glinting among the carpet fibers. As I stepped over the spot,
light from the room would reflect off the tiny glass shards
and disorient me. Each time I encountered the whirlpool of light,
I knew I should clean it up. I knew I should stop right there
and carefully extract each sliver from the tufts of Nylon. Proper
disposal of the small tragedy would be quick and methodic and
would prevent an inevitable bloody foot. The crisis was geographically
small, but a resolution was painfully crucial."
"I woke up this morning and put all my weight on a pile
of broken glass." |
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