When you visit old profiles

[J a c k]

Something tells me that Kichi passed on. Can't explain it though.

No. I have her on fb. She's alive as ever!

[KUSA]

Something tells me that Kichi passed on. Can't explain it though.

No. I have her on fb. She's alive as ever!

Tell her to get her ass on here.

[J a c k]

No. I have her on fb. She's alive as ever!

Tell her to get her ass on here.

On it.

[J a c k]

Sigh. I told her. She might stop by soon to say hi and stuff. 
Come over soon, K. Miss you. (Hugs)

[Thumpalumpacus]

Who's gonna relate? maybe those who use forums, perhaps? them members, bits of electrical currents, in bytes they discuss posts and topics, we never see each other but through screens; pixels that shine in great light, to make the screens that define an output, which gives this experience a feel, touch and means.

Ever visited old profiles of departed members? maybe a burn would touch your soul, a burn that is similar to the feeling of standing alone in the first grade, when all your friends are gone and you are, just simply: all alone.

In  these profiles, you'll find old members, writing old reputations, in old profiles, for other old members. Bits of memories atop of each other, it's so sad. This was yesterday, the day passed, and still yet, can't shake it smell of the dead, a cemetery. 

What's the perfect English word to describe it; in our tongue it's pronounced "Wahhsha", have you seen the profiles of Rick and Salma, perhaps you spied on the reputations of Marsha ??

So sad..so lonely. Old profiles, years, days, months, times, bits, bytes.

No. I feed the old profiles of departed members to the sharks in order to destroy any evidence.