Three days later the SkyLub burned up on atmosphere in a quick burst of star fire, a few lumps of which inevitably came crashing down onto Earth © in the desert somewhere, down West, near where Los Angeles used to be. #Dibber’s silence went viral for a while as #Dibber, #DibberSilence and even #TheSilence. There was something about it, no one could quite say what it was really, but people were fascinated, gripped, a little bit haunted even. A kid in Cairo put a soundtrack to it. Someone else dubbed poetry subtitles. A kid in Brighton, Endland (sic), sang an old sad and kind of eerie song that went along and really somehow seemed to meet the tone. If you watched that, and could actually concentrate for a minute or two, however long they let it run, it could almost make you cry.

Long Fainting/Try Saving Again

Long Fainting/Try Saving Again

a true story of endland (sic)

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Martha’s daughter (Gina) was 12 yrs age when she probably by accident but possibly on purpose uploaded herself to internet and disappeared from her bedroom b4 tea time. Martha tried yelling up stairs and all that, saying food was on the table fucks sake get down here now before it goes cold but Gina dint show up again anytime soon so the rest of the kids just got straight to tucking in and ate her share as well as their own, here we go here we go.

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Days past and turned to weeks and then they (the weeks) turned to months and G’s brothers were not slow to claimed her bedroom and her sisters claimed her best trainers and for reasons no one really under stood the neighbours’ basic bitch nieces took the nicest of her clothes.

G’s dad was that kind of bloke that was long gone since long time and cunt care bout anything cept living what he called La Vida Fucking Loca, but when he herd news about Gina he came straight back to the town. He came rocking down from the Mountains (?) with what looked like a sun tan and a new wife or possibly gf, ‘to see what he could help with find his daughter’. Only when the answer was resoundingly like ‘nothing’ did he go back up there (to place he lived again), with his head lowered down, his poor heart broke in the pieces and nothing but his grief full intact.

Meanwhile Martha was like Absolut Wretched, worried sick for her poor digitized girl, climbing walls barefoot w/out safety gear, watching the backdoor and also the front for her daughter’s return, weeping and listening, checking their broadband bill for sines of activity or life, the waking hours a nonstop listless listing of questions w/out answers, wretched reasons and non-reasons, all to no avail.

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