Dear Die-Ary #42 - Text - Johnny C.

[becomes_cold]

I don't see how this experiment is all that big a deal. Really, does anyone truly recognize anyone for who they really are? You might wake up one day and know everyone around you, and then wake up the next and be unable to recognize a single person

Comments

text; sorry you get to deal with his terrible typing

[denyamenti]

wer they shrap sticks

?

Text; don't worry Johnny adores it

[becomes_cold]

No they were blunt sticks. Of course they were fucking sharp sticks they were hobos.

Also I'll give you the benefit of a doubt and assume you only use one hand to type.

text; he has such problems it ruins his image pffft

[denyamenti]

[ the text snark does actually amuse Bakura, but this texting thing is crap ]

sur whatevr

when you were teri temia

when you died you wnt back to wher you left

?

Text; poor Bakura

[becomes_cold]

I suppose I did.

Really, who's to say? Maybe it's where I had been, or maybe it was some other period and I merely interpreted it to be where I was "left off".

Time and place. Does anyone really understand them?

text-->voice;

[denyamenti]

[ fuck all the letters, he finally got the thing switched to voice ]

If you went back to a time before you'd originally left, you'd remember doing the same things. If you went back significantly after you'd left, wouldn't someone have noticed?

[ lo, Bakura's attempt at understanding temporal mechanics ]

Text forever

[becomes_cold]

Who's to say?

Who says anyone's perception matters besides my own? Whose to say anyone HAS a perception besides mine?

[Don't worry. Johnny's crazy as shit anyway.]

Re: Text forever

[denyamenti]

[ Bakura's... starting to see that. ]

Maybe you just imagined the whole thing.