Theme 29
CharlaXTitles
GLITCH
Things a man says to his computer. Oh you lagg monster stop eating my webpage. Let go of that. Eye am copy and past this message wait where is the e. The internet is so slow eye am gonna get out of my chair and walk. Eye time travelled today eye went so fast to get a refill on my coffee at Burger King that when eye returned eye opened my email and to my surprise the email that dropped into my inbox was the one that eye read before eye left the ramifications of this are staggering eye am fast but no one is that fast.
The coke machine is broken and he is leaving early today the last hour is closed.
The shirt is dry its better now a dry shirt is a clean shirt oh my it's hot in the sweet some summer time. Eye have a lot of work in Firefox open several webpages of intentions so when the computer said there is an update available eye jumped on it and restarted Firefox closing all the tabs and hoping everything comes back. Then the thing fails to connect eye got the unbelieving window that's says you must be an administrator to do this. YOIKES. Eye only did what the computer asked then started the update only to find it was the same old misdirected lies. If the POWERS that be do not soon reinstate the privilege to the public user my work is doomed. Perhaps the upgrade will be installed anyway by the next student smurffer. There is three children playing full screen games with headsets and they are yelling at each other and no one seems to care. The internet stops completely when eye am working it freezez webbed pages meant to finish work when eye am GAMING and playing games and smurffing the thing is like an oiled machine never tiring of its fun. Glitches come. Forum people must have fun moderating forums some the reply to two for everyone syndrome is the funniest most non existant compliance of them all. There probably is someone that writes a poem and goes to hisorher forum and replys twice to two differant poems then adding hersorhis to forum. A new bye comes and adds some replys to make it look like he complies he fools them all with wool upon her eyes he smiles as he types at least one reply for every third poem that he makes. It takes a while for moderator crews to find the total outage for the members of this place so face it eye am doomed if the rule is meant to be in stone and etched upon the face of every tablet in the bottle someone told me life is never easy and you have to prove it every way with wonder bread molded in a lump like lumpers clay some men walk all night like a Pinkerton on watch and never touch the lump they act like not knoeing what it's for a true lumper takes his lump in action rubbing it all over all the cracks on every lade making seaworthy boxes out of easy open cartons. In the warehouses after docking you can see the cardboard boxes and the wooden ones the lumpers limned with clay. If the cracks are still there visible the lumper was a Pinkerton and only acted like a lumper just to fool you wait perhaps he WAS there undercover only searching for the answer to the contents of the hold. The rain pours into boxes of green hay just getting old the mold makes the stuff unusable if the lumper was a constable and never lifted up his lump at all then the Marijuana is not smokable and now it's clearly visible threw cracks not limned at all the stuff tossed overboard washes up on all the reaches of the shores and never beaches near the stores that sell the portions of a green cigarette's Class A Marijuana Pack of 20 Joints with the State tax label clearly visible and the price less that that of fine tobacco and never stale if the lumper used his clay that day and did not pretend he was the Pinkerton or Constable. Eye did everything for self in one day that eye could but change my socks it seems it was beyond my dreams and now I'm walking home with dirty feet a glitch.
