Wicked crackers.
Stupid hackers.
People running around with joy.
A crying boy.
Lost his mommy.
She met Tommy.
They got married.
The boy was carried... Away.

Evil bastards.
Feeble masters.
No more feelings.
They are like burning ceilings.
Eventually they will fade.
Just as they were made.
You shouldn\'t cry.
Instead you should try... Again.



...(More to come)