I remember dancing to Sarah Vaughan’s
Misty in a dark, sawdust-strewn bar in Estes Park. Every sound from the jukebox felt exquisite, perfect. Her voice and my body moved with the same heart, the same soul.
It was afternoon, outside the rain sprinked through the sunlight, but I was inside, in this dark cave with this beautiful sound moving my body. . .
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I remeber trying this once before! It wasn’t so long ago. Do you really think I should write 50 words? I could try to come up with something original, I suppose; something creative and inspiring, but I’m too tired. This’ll have to do. At least you’ll know it’s working. I won’t mind if this gets deleted. It’s far too dull to deserve to live.
I remember the first time I saw him as clearly as if it were yesterday. Although it’s been more than 15 years, the inability to stop myself from the free-fall dive into the depths of those smiling, gorgeous, translucent blue eyes still renders me helpless. Even after all this time . . .
I remember Why computer Sometime Crash
If a packet hits a pocket on a socket on a port,
and the bus is interrupted at a very last resort,
and the access if the memory makes your floppy disk abort,
the the socket packet pocket has and error to report,
If you cursor finds a menu item followed by a dash
and the double-clicking icon puts your window in the trash
and your data is corrupted cause your index doesn’t hash,
then your situation’s hopeless and your system’s gonna crash!
If the label on the cable on the table at your house
says the network is connected to the button you mouse,
but your packets want to tunnel to another protocol,
that’s repeatedly rejected by the printer down the hall,
and your screen is all distorted by the side effects of gauss,
then you may as well reboot an go out with a bang
‘cuz sure as I’m a poet, the sucker’s gonna hang!
When the copy of the floppy’s getting sloppy in the disk
and the macro code instruction’s cause unnecessary risk,
Then you’ll have to flash the memory and you’ll want to RAM your ROM.
turn off the computer quickly and be sure to tell your Mom.
By Dr Seuss
Waiting: nervous; bored; intrigued, for my first acid tab to start working. They told me it would take about half an hour. Trying to seem like I didn’t care, I sneaked a look at my watch each time I lit a cigarette, played with the kittens, gazed blandly at the carpet.
The carpet was pretty interesting! Full of textures, fluff, colours – bits and bobs I’d never noticed before. Is this the start of my trip? I check my watch yet again. Thirty minutes seem to be taking a lifetime – the second hand is actually jerking, slowly and painfully, from the last second to this: