{ ... }

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  I was wiring a bomb.  

  {psychosis}  

  Someone was taking another bomb.  

  {solipsis}  

  {classifièd}  

  I met her at a party later on.  

  {*****}  

  {classifièd}  

  I thought that ***** was from the wrong Party.  

  Great-looking.  Looking, naughty.  

  “Party?” said *****.  

  “Line?” replièd a minister.  

  {blurring the lines}  

  “I'll take a line for the Prime Minister,” said a heroine.  

  “In Bogota, Colombia?” replièd a translator.  

  “¿Habla? They'll need a speech-writer,” said the minister.  

  “I'd work for Ahmadinejad's son,” said a fighter.  

  “If you're picking a fight with them, you're picking a fight with us,” said a blighter.  

  One could have said, a mere year earlier, that the future of the State was dire.  When money goes under, people go over-the-top.  Institutions crumblèd and people fled the very next day.  People fled into the arms of gangs.  You don't have to be a violent person to get protection from a violent gang.  

  It was as if overnight the normal and sensible society had fled away.  Since a hacker working for a newly formed sociocratic think-tank introducèd the Adword æther gate phage control as a anti-meme panacea to the Internet the average user should have known that something was up.  Google began to eat itself.  The Self-Itself, the users callèd it.  Call it what you want.  When everything in a society depends on the Ideosphere in its entirety what do you think happens when it ceases to exist?  

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