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B is for Voyeur (part of the Text Project)

This Text Project of mine has taken on a new dimension. Voyeurism!

last week when i started this little exercise i received this text message:
"so y u switch off on me" - Sept 5, 2009 [09:36:29 am]
the number was from an unknown source...

today i got this text message:
"Mornin 2 d most beautiful n wonderful woman i kno njoy ur day n b safe i miss n love u very much"
Sept 15, 2009 [06:50:37 am]

and i was like awwwwww! too tweet. some guy/girl actually took the time to tell their woman they think the world of them and i was all emotional and in awe of humanity. [yeah right]
i decided i did not have the guts to call the guy/girl and say "dude, u just poured out ur heart to a wrong number!"

and then it hit me! i'm keeping these messages because i have a feeling that these messages will continue and i want to document them [rubbing chin maniacally]. something's a foot and it is voyeurism!

Here's where it all started

Here's where the first report was published

Here's a piece of purple...ness that came just before

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