kiacheese

It was too late to realize my computer was asthmatic. As it sadly, slowly choked to death. The hard drive a fire with sudden electrical sparks. Then the blank blue screen of doom poked out its head. With it's wicked white of words "Critical Error" "Unable to access Hard Drive" Its suffering is over now.   As if falls upon the scrap heap of broken electronics. With the morning mobile long since forgotten by peroxide Barrie. And the seel less microwave up for the murder of three mice and a baggie   All side we will remember him, her, it for it low processing power. Its tendance for errors and the sacrifice it