cellophane

i used to live the good life. i didn't always live inside a box. you fuck. man, i don't even have a computer anymore. you don't even know. i'm writing code on the side of my fuckin house man. my card board house. my corrigated paper house. four walls, a roof, and some funny flaps.

there's this guy, his name is antoine, he keeps asking me for change every time i walk down by real networks. so i say to him, man. "you don't need me to make a change." so he says, "i gots problems i can't get rid of. like a bad rash. i can't face it. i can't help myself. i've been writing .htaccess files all day for left over cheeseburgers."

i know how you feel, antoine.

this is a free-ride zone, man. i'm a citizen, i know my rights. man, you can't kick me off, man. take one step closer, man, and i'll, i'll, i'll... shoot you with a hammer! and then i'll steal your credit card number and sign up for a .net passport with it! yeah!

oh fuck. oh no. fuck no. fuck!

you ruined my box! you know how long it took me to find that cardboard box? man, FUCK YOU! I'M GONNA KILL YOU! I HAD A WHOLE CONTENT MANAGEMENT SYSTEM WRITTEN ON THAT BOX! it supported xml-rcp and wap! you bitch!

*cries*

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hey, you, yeah you, you with the slashdot t-shirt. check this out. i know i'm smelly, and i wrote all this on the back of a pizza box with a shitty bic pen, but check it out. it's a killer new decentralized peer to peer file sharing system.

HEY! COME BACK WITH THAT! YOU BITCH!
FUCK YOU!

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*bang*