Two hundred units stacked neatly and ready to ride ship on their way to Peru. The piles grew neatly and slowly scanning themselves into the database. Time left overflowed over into the boxes across and down of the cryptic ripped from one of the weeks' days of late. Fine enough, this was corrupted by the task of having to hand over sound to another unit. Feeling the chirps and crackles translates poorly to the operation. Three hours passed by and not a single hope seen in finding a healthy sound card. Each one cramming the system more than the previous. Three hours spent wading through sharp pins ready for the hint of blood they wait for. Three hours for nought.
Soon Van - Wednesday, 14 April 2004 - 03:15
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