A collection of rhyming prosaic insights insightful enough to roughly cover a simple idea of the Internet; how
it is considered in regards to humour and good natured trends managing the mores and habits of countless
users and affectionate fans.
If I were right, the night that passed before I ate that great helping of hamburger helper without the hamburger is larger than the day when my parents may or may not have given their approval towards weening hours words or dirges meant for a respective lot coddling each sodden ploy to get more play at the station
Coffee is great ground up and filtered through a water purification process. In it's rarest form, it can be slightly intoxicating, if not conducive to the rate by which you berate the cool guys at the water cooler, claim outlandish lunch hours and scour the workplace for a free mug or even face that has a look and feel of stress in liquid form. The warning signs that wine and tobacco are somewhat dangerous and destructive luckily still exist and when it is apparent, someone still tends to take your car keys, or says a few kind words to you about the hack you have on or around the part of your heart that may or may not start to lunge to your lungs when you run or jog to the convenience store to pick up a lighter. I've known people to smoke banana peels before, and more crazy than sane substances still get their chance to jaundice the wistfully destructive nature waiting on her, this country and it's sin taxed after dinner treats when the sands in the hour glass reach the bottom. If only there were more research on how these things keep leaking into the behavior of wayward souls and the impulsive activity of folks who, frankly, just don't give a care. Where did this herbal remedy for intoxication come from and how do I find a way to find out about it's side effects without the affect of someone spoiled with the good sense to take advice from scientists and researchers who may or may not know about it's availability and ease by which I might find it on the street or in tobacco shops or cropped up against the internet store front logo shown on this baggy in front of me? It makes no never mind to the crowd at my party, but, in all honesty, should. .
It is a momentary process, the guess work behind minding the most costly of hostess cups and consuming it without losing sight of it's creamy center. I have met toy dogs who are smarter than the warring elements meant for someone who is new to the idea of form following function. And at this juncture, it wouldn't be prudent to mint the mending process of preoccupation more than making a few adjustments to the channel on the television. A fission of super sustenance and fusion fizzles out of my boob tube every time I unwind with a book and a few programs, lending a hand to the movement where active listening and watching has taken a turn for the worse, serving a few patrons and patronizing their take in this entertainment business. The last time someone truly called me, I felt free to discuss how the evening went without skirting around the idea that I was actively aware of being aware of my ever so hot and vibrantly alive, live awards ceremony. Not that the phony folks who star in my sitcom of choice make anything pale in comparison to my moist twinkie-like morsel of Heaven, but lately, as I have berated a very few of those who have bad one liners and jokes that might line the trash bin in my kitchen, I feel as if things don't really make sense, namely, those vibes I get when letting the fervor of a new show wow me into caring, which, oddly enough, I never quite do. .
Now and then, nostalgia can become a curse. As if no one ever understands how things get old. Your socks get lost, the television loses an antenna, plans to travel to Europe in a Tour Boat still sink with that feeling everyone knows is a sign that change comes, and young is a state of mind. It would be Poetic Justice for the seasons to revolve around the plainly disgusting rate by which innovation sweeps the peaks and valleys of forward thinking trends like a tumbler refining each raw concept like a diamond picked from among a quarry. Take a quick look at that newness and remember, it has taken over a century for this thing to be here for you to enjoy. .
Like a granule of sand on the beach, the reach of some people and their lives span across boundaries and found these niches and communities that do more than illegally share files. They are the backbone of how this internet hones ideas and communication between individuals who otherwise would have no recourse for finding source code for the download of their choice.
If a group of foreign leagues see an opportunity, they are able to grasp it with the ease of anyone who may or may not even care about peer to peer or even free trade, regulations or otherwise.
Who needs laws when they are almost impossible to enforce?
I don't. You should be informed about the rights you have when yesterday makes it okay to take whatever you please from the flea market or the convenience store or by breaking the glass door at the local grocers with a brick.
Tie a note to that crack or serial number with a smile and wonder why when guys or gals like you put on a tie and write software or care about collecting compensation for services rendered, it may tend to happen less than more or more or less, less than before.
Trust. .
I need a new diversion. Stories sometimes come close to describing light from a thinly disguised wise saying. Make an assumption and you and I can fund a theme park with all the shots in the dark about yesterday and how arks should have a holiday complete with currency in digital form.
Casinos take more than cash last time I checked. Try working with a bank sinking with or without the giraffes, passing off transactions as nothing muttering to the keys, 'How do I get to my money, again?'
The best laid plans, my friend, the best laid plans. . . .
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