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Is it nonsense, is it poetry?
AIMguy1: hello--are you in my computer?
Aimguy1: i think i can hear you screaming
aimguy1: if i set you free
is it 3 wishes granted to thee?
guy2: Yer knot raght
guy1: do we agree, if not i shall delete thee
guy2: Hee,hee,hee
guy1: hark, hark --tis the scream of the man on my pentium
guy2: don't go taking durty now
guy1: hes is screaming at me, screaming blindly in the whirl of the fan
guy1: cooling him--cooling him
guy2: on a serious note: can you help me get my resume together in the morning?
guy1: the artificial air of my fluorecant hell, .......my office cell
guy1: hark--he becons for my assist
guy1: i shall get the screwdriver--the tools of my trade
guy1: shall crack the case, to see his face
guy1: the man on my pentium chip
guy1: running the show
guy2: I'm getting a copy of my old resume this afternoon and I have a copy of my present job duties
guy1: and to make his resume --for the world to show
guy2: Kevin is waiting for me to e-mail it to him.
guy1: tis precious the time we shall spend---building his papers
guy1: so he needs not the vapors
guy2: gotta get back to work now.
guy1: from my flourecant hell
guy1: --on the morrow, your resume we shall complete
guy1: for the job market in which you shall compete
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