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I was 3 and I spilled milk all over you but that was really dad’s Dad’s fault letting girls get in backseats with keyboards your back button doesn’t work hey I was 5 and my first computer game was undressing cartoon bears but you are you slick and I missed
the tutorial oh you are hot you are whirring aren’t you don’t judge me I havE A PAST CRAP you are wired wires my life has been one long Oregon Trail® but I died of dietary fuck dysentery until you I WANT YOU! I WANT YOU TO SPELLCHECK ME
I WANT YOU TO FORMAT folder file find forget all this other shit.
You slut. You rebooted.
I never had
had this total systems failure to forget oh I know you from typing lessons over and over you want me blind I no FUCK know what you like you want me to bl00 0 0 and 1. you you are something
2. you cheated me
3. you lied to me about the BIGGER COCK you promised me and the NEW vIAGARA failure to respond its it’s always something where did you pawn my paper my inkjet paper you multi-orgasm multi-font Baskerville Old Face Bastard
I did it. I am pulling the plug on you yes no shut down formal goodbye it’s all over between us and I hope you know that I can take the next cab TAB over to the next
town new roads to conquer I am planning to write a sex scene using only the POUND
key it’s my gift to us we were fantastic yes but now you can take your media services and
shove them up the places you only see in Japanese squid porn porno freak you are
are
are I am no common pop-up hater. I love pop-ups. $6.75 an hour just you wait ‘til I am famous I will take pop-up ads and collage them make new art I will be the next Yoko Ono I own this life 0 and 1 1 more thing
you you will not be saved in the archives. I can (will) dare use the delete button yes that’s right) Right now. This is goodbye.
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