erich

i am a 30 years old geek obsessed with movies, photography and ninjas (not in that order, though). I hate dolphins since they killed my father, and i'm really suspicious about old people too.I only have one friend, TOM, the builder of this site, and i truly believe that all of the other people on myspace are simple emanations of his schizophrenic mind, like in that bad movie Identity. Tom Sold Myspace and every one on it for like 200 millions dollars. So if you have a Myspace kid that look like shit, if your profile has a virus because you didnt use a condom, you really have to send a letter to Rupert Murdoch. .My friend Dom disapeared but someone told me he saw him on myspace somewhere. He s full of shit, packed with porn, and slowly going blind. My friend Dom smokes a lot of weed and keep on telling me that "time is out of joints". My friend Dom told me we were all checking myspace because we werent loved enough as children My friend dom has 326788 friends but never really knew his dad, though they both lived in the same appartment.I too, am starting to have more friends on Myspace than in real life and it feels wrong, so i kicked out that girl from Phillipines island who wanted to come to Paris, that guy who said we were the same and started to stalk me (i regret that, actually, without my stalker i'm just the shadow of myself), a divorcee/teacher/stripper from wyoming, who was using me for french lessons. I didnt mind the attention, but all those people were in the way of me writing hatemail to loads of other people, so i went back on friendster but it was like the rest of the world : invaded by china...hey i shouldnt write out loud oh come on no one reads so well so far anyway, unless you have that amount of time to waste or adderall close to the keyboard, you know, that last worldwide spread candy when you have ADD Funnily, the about me section might be the only shot you have in your life to write an autobiography that people would actually read.... We rarely give a shit about people unless we have a decent shot to spy on them, and we ll never thank myspace enough for the opportunity to stalk without being busted. On sundays, it s better than TV, i'll give you that.I m suddenly thinking about the irresponsible parents full of remorses, the ones who spy their abandonned kids on their myspace profiles, or the dumpees still hooked to the dumpers in a neurotic awe, checking their mail and the other ones profile, constantly, until they get stabbed in the heart, until they bleed in tears. Turning ways of communication into elaborate instruments of self torture, we do that since the Dangerous liaisons. Choderlos de Laclos would have loved myspace. And since i truly believe that no one is reading that page that far, i may as well confess that i write all of that from my prison cell, but i didnt kill them, i'm innocent (okay, maybe that cong in nâm, but he really looked for it), and if only the voices would stop, i may have a decent shot to prove it, and get away with murder. Oh right, i tried that already. What follows is nonsense (whats above also, actually, i m surprised you re still reading,and by the way who the f..are you ?). We hate reality and we d rather go for the dream no matter how expensive it is. And forget, forget that the early dream of life can become late nightmares, ask any banker, screenwriters, filmakers, lawyers, you know. And hey, Is the world swallowed by images and informations ? See your profile for details.