The screen is dark, and so is the sky. The light is all around us. I look for assistance, but no one is around. I search myself and find that I'm not even there. The time is seven, the day is ten. The house is old, the earth is new. I way awake late at night and think of what I thought about the laying of the thoughts in my head. The sense dribbled out when I lay down, and the thought crawled in with the sense as a ladder. The fun was gone and the sun was too. The tail has passed right after the bird. The sun went down an hour ago, and here I lay with a blank, blank screen and a dark, dark night in front of me. The night lay awake and the sound filled the head and the light went down when the bird flew out the window. If I ever ask what happened to the sheep on the window sill, tell me it fell off when the bird hit it on the way out. Letters on the key board, letters in my mind. Does the word impeccable mean anything to you? Perfect words read turbo, turbo, TURBO... To delete a character, word, or text cry out for pudding until it's delivered. Cursors are to move and to change your view, but what if I don't want my view changed? Whether commands are issued, or issues are comanded, I don't care. Cancel the menue, I want the feature bar. Make it a salad bar, I want a movie. Start up, shut down, one, two, three. Sleep and wake up, my nums are locked, and my cap is scrolled. Power. I pressed it. Little lights turn on inside me. Sound comes bursting through my veins. A lady in a bath tub is the image I see. She gasps for air. The blow dryer doesn't work, and the short-circut electrocutes her. That little button has a great impact on it all. Power. They fight. The house is beautiful. He kisses her neck. Make me breakfast. Blueberries too. Power.