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dallas
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miniscule connections linking every physical location to every other capable of carrying a piece of information from one end to the other in the blink of an eye, thereby transcending time and space.
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kristin@newdream.net
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the best thing since sliced bread
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jeff
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perhaps the greatest achievement that humanity has come up with, but most often used for such noble pursuits as the gaining of masturbation-fodder and making money off of ad revenue. a testament of human achievement as well as human futility.
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Rainer
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Welcome on the Internet. Everything you say will be used against you. We will torment you and rip open your chest, we will distort your thoughts and infect your mind, and when we're done, we will sell your soul to the devil for the sake of ignorancy. And after that, we will add your email address to the eternal list of spam email receiving victims.
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For sure!
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it's this big cloud of connected computers.....
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Zoe
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i use the internet only as a way to keep in touch with people when i can't talk to them in person. i really don't like to surf around too much (although i do have some favorite sights). being able to talk to someone in person is so much easier and better.
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ubliss
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Internet or World wide web (WWW), a Global Network for you to exercise your creativity; explore the greatness of our Universe; enjoy the taste of Ultimate Bliss or Happiness; ... With the advances of the electronic, digital and computing, wireless, ... technologies, you are able to read, view and perceive the dirty and beauty parts of our World; change the shape of our Universe; ... It must be GOD... or somebody with the permission from GOD created the WWW_Internet???
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The Schleiffen Man
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the internet existed long before the world wide web. come with me in the "way_back_machine" to see what time has forgotten and what common man doesn't know.
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000915
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kate
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"your mom"
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Meg
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I hate it I hate it it is a breeding ground for mistrust and deceit.
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amy
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people express themselves here. (and then sometimes forget to express themselves elsewhere, but that'll happen) expression does not equal isolation, but still we're physically isolated. i'm a little tired of that.
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Casey
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It's only good for talking to friends, and sometimes that doesn't even work. The server in Algona is so slow, I really hate this place.
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ClairE
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I hate it. You can't read people's tones. No one writes letters anymore because even e_mail is pretty much instantaneous. Ppl talk like ThIS. I_love_you.
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Ahmad
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Ahmad is to internet as horse is to mongolian hmm, yeah
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god
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what the FUCK is the internet?
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Strideo
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http://www.angelfire.com/mi/posers/ . . .
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User24
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I only use it for 4 things: blather shoutcast finding random bits of info
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Khana
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hey, that was three!
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031011
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WTF
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URL
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floralieca
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Sur internet... il faut toujours aller de l'avant.
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040323
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Pooge
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a small feminine intern... (also spelled 'internette')
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040718
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magicforest
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a universal constellation of pixel-stars
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sirflaccid
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It is so good to have the net back at my place. I have been trying to do this at work for way too long. Now I can type freely. I can sit and think and feel. Nothing better than layin' back, writing, and smoking a cigar while listening to my R.E.M.. Ahhhh, the good life.
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slipperyonetimelover
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the internet is like holding hands with a million dorks at once, except everyone has three hands-- one of which constantly is jerking your cock.
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milo
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it's hard to imagine a present without it = \
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050505
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literary illusion
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Oh what a tangled web of mouse and man...
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shivers
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its a way of being surrounded by people, whether you know them or not, when you most need not to be alone
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hsg
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tool of communication
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hsg
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it's telepathy... representative of the marriage between the physical world & the mental. we've used our minds to techknowledgize the sand. the marriage of our minds & the spirit world is the next step. thIS ESP. thIS the internetworking of everyone's thoughts. even faster than a cable connection. by the way, Mr. NSA, this is just a hunch. I don't yet have a firm grasp of such ESPness or any competency in psychic_warfare so PLEASE, don't kidnap my ass. I heave a wonderful lover and a life that needs to be lived.
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hsg
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*have, not heave! see?! I can't even spell!
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Toxic_Kisses
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Im going home today We dont have internet there, some how I thought I'd miss it more, I'm suprised at how much I dont, it actually feels like a sort of freedom in away, I may miss it later, but for now I'm Happy! ^.^
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REAListic optimIST
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yesterday was your 30th birthday, internet! Thanks, D.A.R.P.A.
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webstress
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Oh, internet! Why do you leave me feeling so empty?
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minnesota_chris
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Gather around, kids, and I'll tell you another story about what life was like before the internet. To listen to music you turned on the radio, and listened to whatever someone was playing. Sure you could try to tape it, but most of the time you were listening to whatever people enjoyed and the DJ felt like playing. Half heard snatches of fist pumping anthems. And you never could understand it completely, but didn't prevent you from singing it. Oh no, you made up your own lyrics, and danced in your underpants. Until someone caught you and said "Stupid, he's not singing 'HEY HEY Hee Wah Hee Wah... HI' he's singing 'S-A-TUR-DAY... NIGHT'. And put some pants on." Now we can Google the lyrics, and Youtube it up whenever we want (and I bet you are right now). And we always think that our version was better. And there's no more misquoting, no more Stupids, no more dirty underpants dancing. Those times are gone, never to return. Now all we can do is drift alone, a satellite in a pristine void of perfect information.
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what's it to you?
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