Thank you kindle for turning my crap into a crape, and forgetting that the french spell it crepe.
In all the madness on the screen
The autocorrect directs each scene
My touch in vain, the letters writ
Come from this mindless techno-git
I cannot write my own replies
When the words are chosen by this device
I'd like to say what's on my mind
But the touch screen doesn't know my type
So it picks what it wants to find
And sends out what it wants to write
No keyboard underneath my hands
And this touchscreen orders its own commands
Broken when it's working, and broken when it's not
Not matter how you put it, this techno-crap is flawed
And in my hands, this damn thing gets too hot
Then forgets to write the words I've scrawled
You stupid machine, you technicalogical beast
Write the words I type on your screen.
Pfft!
HAhahahahHA!
Oh, man. The beginning to this is priceless.
Oh, ROC thank you for the laugh!
I hate AUTOCUCUMBERS!
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Fucking A!
Fucking A!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Damn
Straight
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr