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Seeing my great fault
Through darkening blue windows
I begin again
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
wind catches lily
scatt'ring petals to the wind:
segmentation fault
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.
The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
Server's poor response
Not quick enough for browser.
Timed out, plum blossom.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
Stay the patient course
Of little worth is your ire
The network is down
A crash reduces
your expensive computer
to a simple stone.
The code was willing,
It considered your request,
But the chips were weak.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
Errors have occurred.
We won't tell you where or why.
Lazy programmers.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
Login incorrect.
Only perfect spellers may
enter this system.
Printer not ready.
Could be a fatal error.
Have a pen handy?
This site has been moved.
We'd tell you where, but then we'd
have to delete you.
ABORTED effort:
Close all that you have.
You ask way too much.
With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
The Web site you seek
cannot be located but
endless others exist
Yesterday it worked
Today it is not working
Windows is like that
You step in the stream,
but the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
No keyboard present
Hit F1 to continue
Zen engineering?
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
To have no errors
Would be life without meaning
No struggle, no joy