The Wreck Of My Last Computer

SO my last computer wrecked... Tried to write something and the screen suddendly started shrinking, trembling and it only lasted a lightened line in the middle of the screen itself. I am not going to be paranoid... No, I am not... going... to... be... paranoid...!!!

In the end, the computer simply reacted to the use it had: none, but gaming. And not online gaming, but stupid games that you put a CD running and you find out that most games are children games. No creativity at all and the last time that i have typed handwriten poems has been a while ago. But the wreck of this last computer also came to remind me that nothing lasts forever and that I can not count on anyone else to help/solve my problems for me: It's my dutty to move my lazy ass and improve what I have been pretty lazy to do so.

Walked down the avenue and I was planning on what I wanted to write again. I realised how useless it was: in the end, what I have planned wouldn't come out. My mind could go blank. I could not find the cash to come on over here. Countless options that could lead to the mistyping of this entry. But the main thing is said: that wicked computer is wrecked! I am sick, got a bit more of cold last night and here I am, almost can't breathe, to eat and brush my teeth, while trying to breathe from my mouth is kind of a magic work. My head and my eyes are hurting, but I have no fever, otherwise I would be like high: feeling like floating, but without any drugs in my system. Oh well, time to close this here and to try to find some of my eye candy!

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