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It might be very useful. But now it is gone. ------------------------ Can not be located but Countless more exist. ------------------------ Reflect, repent, and reboot. Order shall return. ------------------------ Close all that you have worked on. You ask way too much. ------------------------ I am the Blue Screen of Death. No one hears your screams. ------------------------ Today it is not working. Windows is like that. ----------------------- This thousand dollar screen dies So beautifully. ------------------------ And the presence of absence: "My Novel" not found. |
Is not the true Tao, until You bring fresh toner. ------------------------ Of little worth is your ire. The network is down. ------------------------ Your expensive computer To a simple stone. ------------------------ Death, taxes, and lost data. Guess which has occurred. ------------------------ But the water has moved on. This page is not here. ------------------------ We wish to hold the whole sky, But we never will. ------------------------ The document you're seeking Must now be retyped. ------------------------ All shortcuts have disappeared. Screen. Mind. Both are blank. |