In a remote corner of this world lived a lonely man, whom i shall not call his name. His live seem destined to loneliness, He browse the Internet frequently , in his mind he seek inlightenment, he wonder from one web to another, he goes by many aliases, none knows the ins and out of the wired world then he does, weary eyes, a pack of budweiser by his side, a pack of cigarettes to ward of the morning beckons of bed. He ponder every second of what news awaits him from the deepest corners of the web. Like a spider his mind spin and spins, every second counts. the web must be updated. Alast he say i am not alone, deep within the compound of his basements, he uses his mouse likea sword, fencing left right, upword and below, The mouse yes it is his weapon. The keyboard is his horse, he will ride his keyboard to wherever the address may hold.
Dreaming of glory and age old manliness ego. He used to argue with fellow chatter and blogger as to what may bring glory and respect?
ahhh the sweet battle field of the internet world, millions may fall under his spell, he dream of riding the mystical white horse, ahhh such a beauty. If only he could Conquer The Google castle and have his flag and banner (url)… ha ha dream on..
Any way i just wrote a new english blog: http://don-quixote-blog.blogspot.com
