Sunday, March 9, 2008

I've Been Hacked!

No, I haven't really. Though I know some overly trusting bloggers who have, and I've some thoughts on the matter. I've collected them into a short outline I've entitled Designs. Below is just a portion, also entitled Designs. The complete content listing of the Designs outline is as such:

1) Passwords: Purpose, nothing cute, please.
2) Designs.
3) Catch the tiger by its tail, nothing cute.
4) Tandem (Designs #6)
5) Sometimes we change our passwords because the loves of our lives have passed.
6) Don't be cute with your password, a hacker can always tell.
7) Branching out is not a good idea, especially when you bear no fruit.
8) Designs pt. 2.

Here is 2) Designs.

No small business, the design of the hacker. He sits in front of his computer. His sister, Patrice, she is normally near by, nibbling on a piece of puckerish fruit, licks a spot of juice from the corner of her mouth.

-- Now tell me, hacker, how do you plan on breaking in?
-- The keys are here in my mind. The question should be, How do you plan on stopping me?
-- I don't plan on stopping you. I plan on allerting all of my friends. You're a dog.

Please, don't be cute. The hacker's sister, Patrice, she was cute. We need only remember her tree-ripened breasts, and how she lifted the puckerish fruit to her brother's lips, and that a ghostly wind from the outside managed its way in beneath a cracked window. This was not a time of the year for cracked windows.

-- The dating website is complete, sir.
-- Now unsuspecting bloggers shall find fuck-buddies.
-- All across the U.S.

Patrice didn't know where to stand while waiting for her brother, so she chose in front of the card shop. A trolley passed, but this was on a chain. Of sorts. No need to worry. A car. Oh, cars were something else. When your brother is a hacker, even the empty darkness, a chilly august night, even that has eyes.

-- May I ask you sir -
-- If you must.
-- What will become of my sister? We were on good terms. She had no intention of getting in the way of our work. She only wanted to feed me the fruit -
-- Where are your loyalties, boy? Don't you know that you hack? You must be alone. There are designs. Don't you understand? An important element of this design is that you must remain alone. All of the time. There is no room for a sister.

**** To Be Cont'd*******