Nonsense still, but made easier to read. It loses

something, though. Imagine someone, somewhere, madly driven to typing out their spiraling stream of consciousness - not bothering to punctuate - in the grip of fear, or perhaps madness. Fear - the fear of *actually* having direct contact - with "THEM" - "My words will appear on *their* very screens!" To almost *touch* the evil monsters, if only through screen and keyboard! Madness - as his/her pent-up hate explodes into vivid images of the horrors he/she *knows* are real and perpetrated by *the very monsters* who sit, at the other end of an electric cable, connected to his/her very own computer! Such a shame. Such a shame. [SIGH] "When will they ever learn, when will they ever learn...?"