The guy finishes his work, save your changes and close the application, remove the disc from her purse with the file, a finger in the hole, the other on the edge, some erotic reminiscence, perhaps ... no, rather an unfulfilled desire, with that face is difficult, so timid attitude, impossible. The evening closes gently behind the window, the hum of the LG 52x lustful accepts what you have entered.
I get distracted from three lines of code, why the hell not count the failed attempts? The clips make fun of me from the stage, behind the panel action, doing what they please. It is a myth, or rather silly to think that the codes have their own life, and that one does is summarize some of that vital essence, locking in a few lines, which sometimes escape and rebel, not care a damn your effort ...
do not believe in myths - I say, and act. The if is relocated, the advances for the limits imposed, the action is run cleanly. I remember a phrase in class with computer firsts parturition last semester: "The computer does not do anything that you or someone else, do not tell me to do ... so stop saying 'this is what I had and cleared." "It is inevitable a slight smile.
scarlet window is activated in the first computer line, the name of an arsonist historical highlights in it, that's all right, a point that jury had asked some boys who sustained a pseudocode interpreter as thesis, the reason for the name PilatoX . The washing of hands of the exhibitors was Olympic memorable. Unintentionally forged a legend jury university ... The files come reluctantly to the window, select the type 52x, maximum speed, click Burn .
I do not think there has ever been such a coordinated reaction in the office: the outbreak arrives at each ear at the same time, the floor is covered with silvery bodies and some shrapnel fall on us. I can see the fear in the face of a comrade, lying within walking distance of my ...
The second is long, at least for me, before you get up, shake off our clothes and stupidity (well, in this country that reaction is forgivable) and see what happened. The guy is tan from the neck down, his face is yellow, the eyes seem to have no eyes, no iris, no conscience. In addition, the LG 52x smokes, totally raped, is it that machines reflect their creators? The PC is not the work of a woman, I remember. Laughter, more pale in the face (it seems incredible but it is true, almost bordering on the truth), threats to chance, the thing, fortunately, does not go beyond a unit without lens, without life. It has been proved a myth is a pity that Panasonic is still unused, in the cabinet office implements.
I have a piece of the disc in my hands, it is not bigger than a USB, but it reaches to read the word Rekord (kas damned are destroyed our language and our machines) ...
do not believe in myths, memories. But ...
