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Wednesday, Aug. 28, 2002 - 9:16 p.m.

Dark, Part One, maybe.

It was a dark night, outside. Inside it was bright, well, brighter than outside anyway, but that makes sense, what with the advent of electricity and everything. Outside, in the dark, were some very scary things, evil things, or things that weren't really evil, and just tore you into little pieces because it was what they did. They weren't nice things to be around, at any rate, and so inside was safe. Inside, Dark (his parents were very strange) sat watching TV. Dark wasn't very tall, or very intelligent, in fact he wasn't very anything, he just was. And like I said, he was inside watching TV.

There was nothing on the television, but he stared at the box anyway, it's shiny black plastic coating drawing him into a trance-like state. It was quite an attractive television, it had that glossyness, the huge, flat screen, the long blonde hair that had once belonged to his mother (deceased, along with his father, it's all very spooky). Dark had a special connection with his TV, it hadn't tried to kill him once, and sometimes it talked to him, even when it was turned off. It said things like "Dark, do us a favour and go fetch a banana. I'm 'ungry!" and "Stop staring at me with your sticky-outy eyes! Agh, get surgery!". Dark liked his TV, his TV was his friend.

BLARGH

ALL AROUND THE WORLD NOW LIKE A BIG BRIGHT CHERRY CLOUD TRAVELLING FROM HOME TO HOME TV SETS AND TELEPHONES HERE IT COMES JUST LIKE A STORM BATHE IN IT AND BE REBORN TIME TO LET THE WORLD KNOW WELCOME MADNESS SAY HELLO

(Boingo)


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