        A Dilemma in Two Parts
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        1. Enigmas

        To be stalked.
        Is it to be wanted...
        or hated?

        "Why don't you come over?"
        - No.

        "We should get together for coffee."
        - I'm busy.

        "Don't you like me?"
        - Not really.

        "why don't you want to meet me?"
        - Because I don't.
        - Because you're an obsessive little freak.
        - Because you're an odd little assmonkey.

        Then the calls start...
        "I just wanted to hear your sexy voice."
        - Did she say you have a sexy voice?
          - Yeah.
        - Damn, That's funny.

        But soon, the calls get later.
        It's 4:45am.
        RING!
        ...
        RING!
        - ungh, is my phone ringing? zZzZzzzz....
        RING!!!
        - fuck this, I'm not answering it.

        *69
        XXX-XXXX
        - Oh no, not her.
        What kind of an idiot calls in the middle of the night?
        - What kind of a psycho nutbag calls at a time when
          anyone in their right mind is asleep?

        - How do you know my name?

        - I think I'm being stalked.
          - Ha ha. Damn, that's funny.
        - Yeah, isn't it.

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        2. The New Age.

        I prefer life as an enigma.
        No one knows too much about that persona.
        Coming and going as I please,
        the world is none the wiser.
        the faceless creation, known only by bits and bytes.
        But is that more personal than knowing...
        me?

        Now it all stands on the edge of ruin,
        fallen victim to the freakish dredges of ModemWorld.
        The Enigma must be restored.

        So it is written.
        So it shall come to be.
        And so it shall be saved.
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                        WindRider  11/25/96
