harry potter + DUNE + charlie's brain + overtiredness =
I know, that i have records of all my thoughts, hidden away throughout this wonerful place called the net. some locked away, some hidden forever because i've forgotten where the key is, some open to everyone. But if someone had enough time, and will power, they could find every single doubt, every single plan, every single peice of me.
The net is my personal horocrux, the place where i will live on after i die. For information never disapeers, and my information is well scattered, like ashes in the wind.
The net is my personal horocrux, the place where i will live on after i die. For information never disapeers, and my information is well scattered, like ashes in the wind.