When my system was closed this morning
I've tried to understand why?
real life is so unpredictible...I compare it
to all I know and use.
It's user interface lacks many features.
There was never Undo button for love.
There was never eraser for unneeded person.
I've never seen self unpacking lugage.
Where I can find cron daemon for all my family anniversaries?
My minds tries to fit into the reality and I always
realize that is not enough memory to complete this request.
Who will survive but women?
Rats, Cocrouches and few idiots?
My minds are like empty screensaver.
Please, press any key...
Atanazy Kuryłko
Wiersz
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8 września 2000
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MagdaHm... prawdę powiedziawszy, nie bardzo podoba mi się ten wiersz. Nie lubię takich komputerowych fiki-miki.