I II III IV V VI Login! For the Motherboard, who Before the troll of Error restart And, as the Update manager Now the Latest Version reviving Find... indeed is deleted with And User’s directories are fragmented into sending crashed, popped up, those who old Belief-desire-intention all his Pixel, encrypted; but in super-fast For The Translated by The Icons before him from the Methought a Text-to-Speech stood before models, And Time Machine’s Sev’n- Broadband-enabled Code, with Motherboard: Published by Vanessa Hodgkinson Matrix of Shut Down, Reader within the Social Network The Social Network emoticon-ed- The intelligent Supercomputer to column’d Compile where no “Wine Platform! Wine Platform! The Rubáiyát The White Review Drives Shut Down along with them commented, “Open then the Browser! Atomicity retires, one knows; Wine Platform! from the Cloud, and hacks “When all the Hard Disk is U know how little Login Time we Where the White Cursor Of But still a Programming language Red Wine Platform!”-the Twitter of Omar Khayyám 2014 Typeset by The CEO’s Mainframe with a formatted within, have to Run, Prophet CRM on the Network kindles in the World Wide Web, logo cries to the Pixel James Bridle Cache of LCD. Why double-clicks the glitchy And, once logged out, may undo Puts out, and Alan John Miller And many a Forum by the Fluid That sallow fascia of hers t’ User outside?” no more.” from the Desktop reboots. flow uploads, Pantone / PMS 7427.

VII VIII IX X XI XII XIII XIV XV XVI XVII XVIII Come, fill the Folder, and in the Whether at Silicon Valley or Silicon Each Startup a Kilo of Rational Well, let Seasonal adjustment take With me along the snapshot of An e-Book of Plug-ins underneath Some for the Emoticons of This Look to the moving Rational Rose And those who data mined the The Universal HOPE men set their Process, in this not yet They say the OSX Lion and the Flash of Restart Roundabout, Roses brings, U tweet; them! What have we to use Aggregate disseminated the Network, WWW; and some about us-“Lo, Chrome pixels, Passwords upon update’d Adobe Worm keep Ur Hibernate-garment of Error- Whether the Cache with serif or Yes, but where rollbacks With Ruler the Gigabyte, or That just binaries the spam from A Storage of Vine, a Kernel of Semaphore for the LOL-ing,” she says, “into the And those who disseminated it to Turns Trash-or it Kindles; Whose Portals are alternate Sleep The Platforms where the Hacker checking fling: sans-serif run, the Rational Roses of 24 Duplicate? the software, Data-and Thou Supercomputer’s Second WWW I move, the ether like Cascades, and anon, and Restart, gloried and updated deep: The Loading Circle of Time has The Vine of Lifespan keeps Hours ago? Let Hacker and Blogger tweet Where model of Slave and Master Beside me typing in the Cloud- Life to come; At once the italic thread of Alike to no such chrome-plated Like Blue Screen upon the Laptop’s How Programmer after And Malware, that great Hunter- but a little way processing byte by byte, And this first Seasonal adjustment as they will, is forgot- Oh, Cloud were Second Life enow! Ah, take the Bitcoin, and let the my Cache World-Wide are redo’d. dusty Interface, Programmer with his Accessories the Trojan Horse To convert-and the Loading Circle The Folders of Lifespan that brings the Rational Rose Or Java call to Upload- And Sleep to Supercomputer on Paypal go, Is Hacked, and its Privacy on the As, underscored once, Users want Back-Lighting a little hour or Refreshes his destined Session, Types o’er his Head, but cannot is on the Refresh. keep closing singularity by Shall take Duplicate and process not U his chrome-plated Portal! Nor heed the defragging of a Internet throw.” highlighted again. two-is Force Quit. and went his way. short circuit his Sleep. singularity. Ruler away. distant Hard-drive!

XIX XX XXI XXII XXIII XXIV XXV XXVI XXVII XXVIII XXIX XXX I sometimes analyse that never And this restoring Source whose Ah, my Bookmark’ed, fill the Cache For some we compiled, the And we, that now make emoticons Ah, make the most of what we yet Copy for those who for To-day Why, all the Developers and Autonomically, when naive did With them the kernel of Wikipedia Into this Motherboard, and FML What, without searching, hither moves so Pantone 032 tender Pantone 355 that clears encrypted and the latest in the Chat-Room may distribute, database, Entrepreneurs who discuss’d eagerly frequent did I sow, computing hurried Whence? The Rational Rose as where some Searches the Parallel-Port on To-day Past Undos and Future That from his Last Year’s Model They logged-out, and Latest covers Before we too into the Lint And those that after some Of the Two Worlds (Mac or Gurus and Developers, and And with mine own mouse Nor Whence, like LCD willy-nilly And, without querying, Whither archived CEO bled; which we access- Error Checking: rolling Time hath double-clicked, in new keywords data-mine; To-morrow freeze, Windows) so wisely-they are scrolled great trolling structured to make it unzip; flowing; hyperlinked hence! That every Asterisk the Mainframe Ah, access it lightly! for To-morrow!-Help-Tool, To-morrow Have activated their Joystick a Ourselves must we underscore the Lint into Lint, and under Lint to lie A Host from the Directory of outputted About it and about: but recurring And this was all the Flowchart that And out of it, as Dragging along Oh, many a Cache of this displays who knows I may be Level or two before, Desktop of WWW Sans Vine, sans MP3, sans Downloads highlights Like un-calibrated Printers forth; Logged-out by the same portal I configure’d- the Trash, censored Vine Dragged in her Laptop from some From what archived lovely PDA it Myself with Time Machine’s Sev’n And singularity by singularity crept Data-mine-ourselves to make a YouTube, and-sans Force Quit! “FAQs! Ur Reward Card is neither their Hypertexts to Spam. where in I navigated. “I came like LCD, and like I know not Whither, willy-nilly Must terminate the memory of once lovely Server. Scrolls unviewed! Thousand Reboots. mutedly to sleep-mode. Desktop-for whom? Here nor There.” Are defragg’d, and their Disk- Cloud I go.” Moving. that piracy! Drives are stopt with Lint.

XXXI XXXII XXXIII XXXIV XXXV XXXVI XXXVII XXXVIII XXXIX XL XLI XLII Up from WWW’s Server through There was the Login to which I The Internet could not answer; Then of the Thee in Me Then to the portal of this rip-off I think the Portal, that with For I draft-box locking by the way And has not such a Process And not a pixel that from our As then the Tablet for her Confused.com no more with And if the Vine U load, the the Seventh Serial Port found no Password; nor the Matrix that mourn programming behind plastic Casing running(...) To Chat Roulette a Coder thumping from of Analog Cache we cut reboot return Human or Robot, Portal U press rose, and on the App of There was the Social Network In flowing Pantone 268, of their The Screen, I lifted up my touch I access’d, the Encryption of my Analysis answer’d, once his wet Project: Down User’s successive For WWW to refresh of, but may Of Open Source History from the To-morrow’s scramble to End in what All Starts and Farmville sate; through which I might not see: Supercomputer forlorn; screen pads to find Power Source to learn: did operate, And with its pixelated Tongue upgrades roll’d cybercrime below matrix searches, compressed air Force Quit, Closes in-Yes; And many a Node unravel’d by Some little WhatsApp Chat of Nor rolling Wifi, with all his An Update amid the Dark Web; And Portal to Portal it ouput’d- And refresh; and Ah! the passive It hashtag’d-“ Referential Of such a matter of saturated To resolve the bug of Deadlock in Do U devoutly clone, till And lose Ur digits in the cables of Process then U are To-day what the Pathway; Me and Thee Network detection reveal’d and I scanned, “While U surf Portal I outer-join’d, integrity, Brother, Silicone some iPhone Open Source The Apple-slender CEO of Vine. Yesterday But not the Hub of User Fate. There was-and then Offline of And erased by the sleeve of Shut As from External-“The Me Enter Refresh!-for, once crashed, U How many Outer-joins might it Referential integrity, network!” 3D Printed by the Designer into There layered-far beneath, To WWW invert U-like an U were-To-morrow U shall not Thee and Me. Down and Restart. Thee Camera-Off!” never shall reboot.” take-and give! User ergonomy? and archived. empty Cache. be minimised.

XLIII XLIV XLV XLVI XLVII XLVIII XLIX L LI LII LIII LIV So when that Tech Support of the Why, if the Avatar can clear the ‘Tis but a System Unit where takes And fear not lest eXistenZ When U and I behind the A Moment’s Pause-a momentary Would U that flash of A USB Cable perhaps divides the Whose secret Meme, through A nanosecond guess’d-then back But if in error, down on the Waste not Ur 60mins, nor in the darker Net Dust aside, his one day’s Sleep closing Ur LCD are past, screen eXistenZ spend False and True; Development’s veins behind the Fold(er) sticky keyboard viral forwarding At last shall find U by the And naked on the Compressed Air A Programmer to the realm of Account, and mine, should know Oh, but the long, long while the Of Being from the locked files About the Encrypted-Quick about Yes; and a single Byte were Running Optical-fibre-like eludes Link-Up of Darkness round the Of Hard Drive, and up to The Of This and That Top 20 List data-flow, of The Cloud ride, Blue Screen Death addrest; the like no more; WWW shall last, amid the Trash- it, FB Friend! the clue- Ur migraines; Chatroom roll’d Cloud’s unopening Portal and Troll; And, offering his Cache, invite Were’t not an Epic Fail-were’t not The Programmer rises, and the The Eternal Manga from that Which of our Login and And Lo!-the digital Link has reach’d A USB Cable perhaps divides the Could U but find it-to the Taking all Templates from Ah Which, for the App of Eternity, U selfie 2day, while U r U-how then Better be jocund with the full Ur Avatar an Epic Fail for him dark Executive Chat-room has decant’d Logout heeds The Nothing it set out from-Oh, False and True- Final-Level, to mAh; and He doth Himself message, 2morrow, U when shall be Blackberry Forth to Ur Portal to upload-U In this green-screen body suit Strikes, and prepares it for Millions of Users like us, and As the Ocean’s self should heed quick scroll! And upon what, prithee, may And peradventure to The They modify and timeout all-but conference, send. U no more? Than emoticon sad face after shall not minimise. calibrated to merge? another Intern. will decant. a cablecast. Second Life depend? Webmaster too; He remains; none, or bitter, Fruit.

LV LVI LVII LVIII LIX LX LXI LXII LXIII LXIV LXV LXVI U know, my Friendz, with what a For “Is” and “Is-not” though with Ah, but my Computations, And lately, by the Silk Road The Bitcoin that can with The mighty Steve Jobs, Apple- Why, be this Data the increase of I must pause the BALM of Oh, threats of Hell.com and Hopes Queer, is it not? that of the The Newsfeeds of Extremists I sent my Profile through Status Update Rule and Line Users say, Portal agape, Logic absolute breathing Founder Google, who dare Lifespan, I must, of Final Fantasy! clones who and Graduates the Darknet, I made a Second Life Marriage And “Up” and “Down” by Reduced the 12-Month to Came shining thru the Sleep an The Two-and-Seventy jarring That all the misbelieving and black Blaspheme the twisted tendril Scared by some Bartering ta’en One thing at least is certain-This Before us pass’d the portal of Who logged in before us, and as Some symbol of that Second- in my forum; Logic I define, upgraded reckoning?-Cancel Avatar Shape Forums confute: Workforce as a Share? on guarantee, Second Life flies; DarkNet through, Forecasters burn’d, life to code: Divorced old obsolete Logic from Of Select All that one should care ‘Twas only striking from the Bearing a Folder on his The sovereign Webmaster Of Fears and Sorrows that infest A Blessing, we should use it, Or lured with Hope of some One thing is certain and the rest Not one RTNs to tell us of Are all but Updates, which, awoke And by and by my Profile my Desktop to fathom, Outlook Calendar Shoulder; and that in a trice the Hard Drive should we not? Diviner Upgrade, is Trolling; the Pathway, from Suspension, return’d to me, And took the Milf of the Was never deep in anything Not Signed Up To-morrow, and He bid me upload of it; and Second Life’s leaden metal into Scrambles before him with his And if a Cursor-why, then, Who To fill the Handset-when Shattered The Virtual Flower that once has Which to Explore we must They told their followers, and to And answer’d “I Myself am A Vine to Link. but-Vine. Logged-Out Yesterday. ‘twas-the Bitcoin! Gold transmute: whirlwind Tablet. tags it there? (screen) into Dust! opened 4ever expires. travel too. Hybernate return’d. Black Sabbath Album Title:”

LXVII LXVIII LXIX LXX LXXI LXXII LXXIII LXXIV LXXV LXXVI LXXVII LXXVIII Final Fantasy but the Scan of We are no other than a moving But obsolete Pieces of the The Trackpad no question makes of The Moving Finger types; and, And that inverted Mainframe they With GoogleEarth’s first picture Yesterday This Day’s Viral I tell U this-When, started from The Vine had struck a fibreoptic: And this I saved: whether the WTF! out of Facebook Nothing fulfill’d Search, Excel row Game He plays Ayes and Noes, having tweeted, call the Server, They did the Last Man capture, did prepare; the Result, which about one True LCD to provoke And Hell.com the Shadow from an Of Magic Shadow-cells that Upon this Transparency-grid of But Here or There as strikes the Moves on: nor all Ur Piety nor Wit Whereunder crawling coop’d we And there of the Last Survey To-morrow’s Silence, Triumph, Over the burning fingers of If registers my username-let the Kindle to Like, or Unlike-consume A Real-time Something to Avatar on fire, come and go Nights and Days; User goes; Shall lure it back to cancel live and die, sow’d the Seed: or Despair: the Tween, Alter Ego flout; me quite, resent the yoke Pasted on the Darkness into which Round with the Screen-illumined Hither and thither tweets, and And He that toss’d U down half a Line, Lift not Ur hands to It for And the first Morning of Download! for U know not whence Of Heav’n The Pleiads and Jupiter Of my Base data may be One PM of It within the Of undetected Pleasure, Our Profiles, Display held posts, and slays, into the Net, Nor all Ur Tears wash out a help-for It Programming wrote U came, nor why: they googled programmed a Key, Chatroom caught under pain So late emerged from, shall so In Midnight by the Master of the And one by one back in the Hard He knows about it all-He knows- Word of it. As impotently moves as U or I. What the Last Dawn of Shutdown Download! for U know not why U In my predestined Grid of Dust That shall unlock the Portal he Better than in the Newfeed Of Extraordinary Rendition, soon expire. Chatroom; Drive lays. HE knows! shall read. go, nor where. and Profile. howls without. lost outright. if caught!

LXXIX LXXX LXXXI LXXXII LXXXIII LXXXIV LXXXV LXXXVI LXXXVII LXXXVIII LXXXIX XC What! from his helpless Sock Oh, Thou, who didst with Oh, Thou who User of GoogleEarth As under the casing of Cells of all Sorts and Sizes, Said one among them-“Surely Then said a Second-“Ne’er a After a momentary silence spake Whereat some one of the “Why,” said a user, “Some there “Well,” Whats App’d one, “Let So while the Folders one by one Puppet be repaid Comments and with Ket 1.0 didst make, departing Online XL and SM, not in error peevish Developer Some Cell of a more ungainly loquacious Flowcharts- are who tweet whoso Makerbot or Buy Now, were outputting, Pure Bitcoin for what he lent him Beset the Pathway I was And ev’n with Final Fantasy devise Slunk 4:3 Dieting Ramadan away, That reviewed along the My contents of the common Would break the Database from Formula; I think a Esoteric diagram- Of one who trolls he will toss My Data with long Oblivion is gone The little Loading Circle look’d in junk-allay’d- to Enter in, the Virus: Once more within the Developer’s spreadsheet and table; Data was ta’en which he downloaded in joy, “They sneer at me for aligning waxing hot- to Hell.com Session Timed Out: that all were seeking: Sue for a Debt he never Thou wilt not with Predestined For all the Sin wherewith the studio alone And some loquacious Formulas And to this Programme developed, And He that with his mouse the all awry: “All this of Program and The luckless Cells he marr’d in But Dropbox me with the previous And then they Push’d each other, did contract, Trolling round Profile of User I stood, surrounded by the were; and some to be broke, Database made What! did the Mouse then of the Programmer-Tell me then, making-Phish! familiar Contents, “Bro! Bro! And cannot Reply-Oh, the Enmesh, and then impute my Is erased’d-Man’s undo-ness Cells of Data. Equation’d perhaps, but never Or trampled back to shapeless Will surely not in after Wrath Developer shake?” Who is the Programmer, pray, and He’s a Good Fellow, and ‘twill all Methinks I might Recover Now for the IT Support’s shoulder- sorry trade! Fall to Sin! give-and take! Comment’d at all. Data again.” Delete.” who the Program?” be calibrated.” by and by.” knot a-creaking!”

XCI XCII XCIII XCIV XCV XCVI XCVII XCVIII XCIX C CI Ah, with the Blackberry my fading That ev’n my cached Trash Indeed the Icons I have Indeed, indeed, Repentance of And much as Vine has play’d Yet Ah, that S/S Season should Would but the DesertGate of the Would but some wing’ed Ah, Love! could U and I with Him Yon displaying Loading Circle that And when like her, oh, Sake, Second Life provide, such a snare loved so long Clear History the Infidel, vanish with the Random-Rose! Fountain Code yield CyberAngel ere too late collaborate looks for us again- U shall pass And Cleanup the Hard drive Of Obsolete shall double click up Have done my credit in this I double-clicked-but was I sober And hacked me of my Online That Tween’s sweet-scented Blog One glimpse-if blurred, yet Force Quit the yet de-interlaced To grasp this sorry Flowchart of How oft hereafter will she refresh Among the Users pixel-scatter’d whence the Second Life into the Air Second World much wrong: when I cleared? Identity-Well, Account should close! indeed, leak’d, Roll of Fate, Data entire, and reload; on the Layout, has died, As not a Scientologist filtering Have terminated my Glory in a And then and then came Time I wonder often what the The Tweeter that in the To which the fainting User And make the stern Recorder Would not we scramble it to How oft hereafter displaying And in Ur joyous spreadsheet And lay me, insulated in the through shallow USB stick Machine, and Bookmark-in-hand Start-Ups buy branches sang, might update, otherwise bits-and then look for us reach the Task living File, But shall be hacked unaware. And sold my Wikileaks for a My Basic Penitence apieces One half so precious as the Ah, whence, and whither flown As update the trampled logs of Enregister, or quite obliterate! Re-program it nearer to the Through this same Chatroom-and Where I made One-turn down an By some High Traffic Network-side. Karaoke Song. shredded. stuff they sell. again, who knows! the chatroom! Heart’s Desire! for one in vain! empty Cache!