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A life in addictions: conformity
Perhaps no addiction is as disastrous to the world as the addiction to conformity. Or rather: the desire to force others to conform. Conformity is the act of matching attitudes, beliefs, and behaviors to group norm(says the wikipedia). It might sound strange that in a society that seems to underscore the drive to be unique…
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Henry and Kristl felt equal after seeing G.I.Jane
“I am wrong.” Henry said. Henry and Kristl were sitting on a couch in their garage turned Cinema. The garage was not the kind that comes with a house, with small windows and just one way to get in from the outside. Actually it was a workshop with large windows and no less than three…
Merit Coba
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Mei
Mei was in a shemale bar. Mei is the name I give to my little sister. I could have thought of a better name than Mei, but I decided to call her like that because we agreed to hide her real name and I wanted to show somehow that she is my little sister. So…
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A life in addictions: madness
The pictures are Merit.. Merit is an avatar I made in Second Life. I made Merit represent me everywhere on the internet. You can say Merit outgrew Second Life and lives in cyberspace. Merit is a figment of my mind that is something more than a fantasy. It is a desire. Not that I want…
Merit Coba
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A life in addictions: tobacco
Smoking is one addiction I certainly can’t blame my parents for. My family did and does not smoke and I can’t recall anyone ever smoking in the wider circle of our family, except for my granddad on my father’s side that is.. I remember a picture of him sitting in a easy chair holding a…
Merit Coba
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A life in addictions: caffeine
One of the saddest things I see in the morning when I travel to my work are teenagers slurping cans of soda. Their day has just started and already they are drinking unhealthy stuff. A large percentages of those cans are energy drinks: Red Bull and the like.. I always associated Red Bull with lots…
Merit Coba
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Little sister, part 2
I was sitting in the mahogany lobby of the hotel with my legs crossed. The couches, tables and chairs were the red brown color of mahogany, although the leather and fabrics were slightly redder. The floor was a fast expanse of red brown with a varnish that made it look smooth. I was reading one…
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Little sister, part 1
The red of dusk flowed into my room and streamed over his almost naked body.The light came in from the only window in the room. It was facing the door I had entered. The walls, now mostly hidden in shades, seemed to be made out of large stone slabs which had been painted with a…
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Signs of life: tax
The blue lined letter dropped on the doormat around noon. There was no mistake about the sender. The blue meant one thing: it was sent by the tax-office. The letter said, in more complex wordings; dear sir, according to our information you are in arrears concerning your taxes. You owe us the amount of twentythousand…
Merit Coba
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Signs of life: legacy
When my father died from a sudden brain bleeding I had my brother sign a paper together with me that rejected his inheritance.My brother was already diagnosed as a schizoid, so I had to tell him what to do. Not that he didn’t understand, but I had to tell him these things regardless for whether…
Merit Coba
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