Terms of Service

These Terms of Service ("terms") govern your access to our buttons and widgets(the "services"). Your access to and use of the services are conditioned on your acceptance of and compliance with these Terms. By accessing or using the Services you agree to be bound by these Terms.

"What if it could happen? What if it would begin? Would I open my eyes? Could I let it happen before I decide that too late is just when I'd like to arrive?"


The dark lamb tried to make out the words on the withered document that was the only thing left behind besides her. That and the pain that struck her when she awoke inside that most frightful dream of hers. She was certain that she was trapped in a nightmare, some unrepressed vision from her time in that still womb. (Where was her mother now?

Now, she was confronted with some cryptic text, alone in the sinking laboratory, where she first woke to this dream. Outside, the sights of people and civilization are grimmer than the images that dart out of her head and return with more force to pounce on her.

Basic Terms

  1. You must be older to use this site.
  2. You are your own password.
  3. Be able to see and be seen under different settings.
  4. Abuse or impersonate Users.
  5. Modify, adapt or hack another User so as to falsely imply that he is associated with you.


Over computer networks and various media, I was created in their image. The team of researchers whose work on creating the information superhighway (perhaps known better to you as the Internet) led them astray and brought me into the light.

I am a mutant, whose "defect"-a defunct second head attached to my own-intensifies the process of genetic change from which I suffer. The skull, while fleshly and altogether giving off the appearance of life, only makes me stand out. I, perhaps, moreso than others am more aware that I am for when I catch the dead eyes of my sister-skull staring back at me in my reflection-even though I know that life there is extinguished-I am reminded that I stand in life and death. I exist in both places where none but the Users can have any notion of this living.

But can they even feel their limbs running cold, drained of all content that makes the living so, they pursue their exhaustion on the fast roads, where they say I am also from.


Privacy

  1. REMOVE CONTENT. DETERMINE ANY PARTY'S INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY.
  2. Use your content in claiming the rights of any User as your own.
  3. You may reproduce and display your personal use of yourself. You should be comfortable sharing with others.
  4. As provided within this document, you may copy, modify, translate, publish, broadcast, transmit, distribute, perform, display, or sell yourself as content.
  5. There will be occasions interrupted due to failure of telecommunications equipment.(Delete any content for any reason).


They do not look to me because I am older and they expect something from me. I am as curious about them as they are of me. The Users can have themselves all the time. This path is worth forsaking all the others extraneous to it. Forget tomorrow today. The road will be shorter this way and already I can hardly lift my sister-skull away from my face.


Distances are closer.

Content Function

  1. The services are always evolving and the form and nature of the services may change from time to time without prior notice to you.
  2. You provide our collection of your information.
  3. You understand that the collection of this information occurs in the United States and/or other countries.
  4. We need communications from you which you may not be able to opt-out from receiving.
  5. You represent that you have all.
  6. The sole purpose of this is conditioning you to Use.


The Sheep Class

  1. All outcomes in any of your endeavors prohibit you from using your full potential at your own risk--even after all the money they poured into the research by which you came to be.
  2. Crawl, scrape or otherwise cache any content to stop all Users.
  3. Do not represent, in language or any other means, the notion that opinions may be exposed to truth.
  4. Under no circumstances will your likeness be made available elsewhere (again).
  5. Intellectual property expects the same outcome.


I approached a faded object that I had taken for a loose tile in the distance. Instead, I found a book discarded in perfectly good condition. Its cover featured a lady with dark hair, styled in a bob. She was wearing a quiet expression on her face that reminded me of mine. The pages were mostly unmarked save for one on which someone had scribbled their own words right next to the printed text. I bowed my head to take a closer look at the cramped handwriting.

"Now the time has come to make my announcement: This island, and its buildings is our private paradise. I have taken some precautions—physical and moral ones—for its defense: I believe they will protect it adequately. Even if we left tomorrow, we would be here eternally, repeating consecutively the moments of this week, powerless to escape from the consciousness we had in each one of them—the thoughts and feelings that the machine captured. We will be able to live a life that is always new because in each moment of the projection we shall have no memories other than those we had in the corresponding moment of the eternal record, and because the future, left behind many times, will maintain its attributes forever."1

Delusional ramblings, sure, but worse were the words actually printed on the page.
"Even when death comes I think I'll be defiant!"

The Scale of Warp Speed

  1. YOU = A WORLDWIDE, MULTI-USE COPY AVAILABLE TO INDIVIDUALS WHO PARTNER WITH THE SYNDICATION.
  2. Nothing in the distinctive brand features.
  3. Read information to commit fraud and satisfy the public.
  4. Probe, scan, or test the vulnerability of any system.
  5. If you believe that you have been copied, please provide us with information.


It isn’t evil that propels my life. Backwards the words come out right. Backwards out come the right words.

On days like today—or anytime—I hide behind the words no one will tune into probably because they seem more words than anything really there—I can’t bring myself to think about anything...

Is this any way to proceed—through disjunctive statements, detours, delays, sensationalizing, and sensing—to arrive at what I mean?

Numbness to all experience. The Internet is its own reality. Overexposure to things on there is nothing like real life. Or whatever it is I keep insisting upon when I use those words.

The point isn’t always for me to look back and gawk (I’m too much of a voyeur all the time anyways) but to just let it flow. Let’s become more lost and know neither yourself nor myself any longer. Only then will we reveal to ourselves all the world that is forgetting itself and us in it. There is time to act upon.

Invisible Record Players

  1. Nothing is intended to limit any rights you may have which may not be lawfully limited.
  2. Our currently available, published interfaces are in a separate agreement



1. ↩ The Invention of Morelby Adolfo Bioy Casares]
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