Everything I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
Everything two hours and twentyseven minutes January 17, 2001.
I can't stand my own mind.
Everything when willl we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your XP.
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem until I'm in my right mind.
Everything when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your html?
When will you look at yourself through /dev/null?
When will you be worth of your millions of outcasts?
Everything why are your nodes full of sex and angst?
Everything when will you send your eggs India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can i go into the supermarket and buy what I want with my C!'s?
Everything after all it is you and I who are perfect not the rest of the internet.
Your perl is too much for me.
You make me want to be Webster 1913.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
I only have 32 megs of RAM it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
Everything stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
Everything the sky is falling.
I haven't read Slashdot for months, everyday something gets patented.
Everything I feel sentimental about the FSF.
Everything I used to be a cracker when I was a kid I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every change I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses on my screensaver.
When I go to chatrooms I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Steven Levy.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't read the Terms of Service Agreement.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
Everything I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he discovered the internet.
I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by Slashdot?
I'm obsessed by Slashdot.
I reload it every three seconds.
It's headlines stare at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in lynx and laugh at people who want pictures.
It's always telling me about copyrights. Businessmen want copyrights. Movie producers want copyrigts. Everybody wants copyrights but me.
It occurs to me that I am Everything.
I am talking to myself again.
The RIAA is rising against me.
I haven't got a lamerz chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national recources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of copyrighted materials an unpunished library of millions of nodes that goes 1400 terrabytes a second.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviledged who have given up there social lives for me.
My ambition is to be a Pseudo_God despite the fact that I'm a Novice.
Everything how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my nodeshells are as individual as his automobiles more so they're all different sexes.
Everything I will sell you my nodeshells $2500 apiece $500 down on your old nodeshell
Everything I have looked at the ASCII Porn node.
I am not proud.
Everything save the XP whores.
Everything I am the EDB.
EverythingI'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
Allen Ginsberg, I'm sorry.