10 Jul
2003
10 Jul
'03
6:03 p.m.
Put that to an intricate beat and recite in a deep voice: you have your next tune! [ Whenever I'm facing a deadline, my mac or pc smells it. And [ without any hesitation, they independently start to sabotage the [ workflow. [ [ They just know, they are alive, these silicon bastards. [ [ They look at me with that glaring eye, and inside they laugh, [ inside they can't wait to knock a bit of a byte and have it end [ up where it doesn't belong. [ [ And just before they go into a system halt they seem to call out [ to me: [ [ Get a life! Go wood choppin' in Canada, Go to Iceland and become [ a sheep-butcher, Go to Switzerland and start painting cows Lila, [ Or whatever... [ [ Rene