There is something unnatural with working in an office. Anywhere that you have to walk around aimlessly every 30 minutes just for sanity and back's sake has to be designed by aliens to drive the human race to madness.
Time, time, time
See what's become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities I was so hard to please
But look around
Leaves are brown
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.
Madness..its all madness!!!!!! Running two computers in a single moment or two computers running my single moment.
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