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8/30/2004 - I am feline.
Do not click this link. If you have anything to do within the next month, you really, really, really should not click that link. It's not even a game, per se. All you can do is dangle around the ball, and change it's colour. But for some reason I cannot stay away from it for more than two minutes at a time. As I type this very post, in mid word, I weave text in between each click and bounce, swerve and circle. It will envelop you. God forbid you have music playing during the experience, because at that point, you're dangerously close to unconsciousness. You and the ball will become one, as you dance together, no longer being a seperate digital entity, but rather an extension of yourself. he's still trying to beat the clock //Greg::6:48 PM EST\ # | |
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