Choose no life
Choose no life. Choose no career. Choose no family. Choose a fucking big computer, choose disk arrays the size of washing machines, modem rack, CD-ROM writers, and electrical coffee makers. Choose no sleep, high caffeine and mental insurance. Choose no friends. Choose black jeans and matching combat boots. Coose chairs for your office in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose SMTP and wondering why the fuck you are logged on on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that swivel chair looking at mind-numbing, spirit-crushing web sited, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in some miserable newsgroup, nothing more that an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up lusers Gates spawned to replace the computer-literate.
Choose your future.
Написано 08.05.2007 в Різне | 5 коментарів