We Giovvani, Giovvani and as we live our love, or hope to do so. We do not need to go to 100 to 100 km per hour and an hour and then stay to make "ye ye ye ye, Blem Blem Blem Blem" because we have our technology and dad is happy because we do not burn the engine in good middle of the street. Now there's Facebook, there's MSN, and above there is a phone with its "messages for free." I remember the first time I sent a text message, a decade ago, seemed to me a spell when my classmate told me in the same medium text. Ringer squilletti, messages, You and Me and so on and so forth. They are all thermometers the life of an individual. Sometimes I imagine rooms full of large computers, outdated stereotypes of rotating coils technologies that many years ago were intended to be fascinating technology and great promises (which would call back maintained ). Imagine that you work in this big room Big Brother and that those computers on the wall with small and monochrome green screens are fun to browse in people's lives. I know more or less true, but I'm not disputing, but fantastic. You do not need to know that this is John Smith or Mary prick in my dream.
A boy meets a girl and Big Brother understands. You know. Do you know why its monitor, its printed on a continuous paper forms, graphics, similar to drums on seismographs note that out of the blue number 123-321456 began an intense exchange of messages with the number 123-987321. exchanges have been going on for weeks, dense. Some even at times as regular as to seem automatic. You know that it's 9 because a buzzer informs you that a message was sent. They spend months and suddenly the number of messages decreases, are less frequent. Big Brother is sorry, another story ended badly. If nothing else, the exchange he has not stopped abruptly. The boy knows, she knows, Big Brother follows. Apparent and become sad realizing that each peak has sharply decreased. From the graph that you slide in your hands thinking that the traffic performance is very similar to the mood of one of the two users.
Tal notes that once one of the two numbers that were in continuous contact ceases to exist, it remains unused, untapped. Death after life. In these cases every now and then, to Big Brother sticking two tears.
A boy meets a girl and Big Brother understands. You know. Do you know why its monitor, its printed on a continuous paper forms, graphics, similar to drums on seismographs note that out of the blue number 123-321456 began an intense exchange of messages with the number 123-987321. exchanges have been going on for weeks, dense. Some even at times as regular as to seem automatic. You know that it's 9 because a buzzer informs you that a message was sent. They spend months and suddenly the number of messages decreases, are less frequent. Big Brother is sorry, another story ended badly. If nothing else, the exchange he has not stopped abruptly. The boy knows, she knows, Big Brother follows. Apparent and become sad realizing that each peak has sharply decreased. From the graph that you slide in your hands thinking that the traffic performance is very similar to the mood of one of the two users.
Tal notes that once one of the two numbers that were in continuous contact ceases to exist, it remains unused, untapped. Death after life. In these cases every now and then, to Big Brother sticking two tears.
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