The old server in the office.
Patchwork on Serve Tom
And day and night ping tired
Everything goes around him.
On the left, the network starts.
The right to give to everyone
There are miracles, there is Linux.
Windows hanging on the compass.
on Chinese monitors.
Traces of burned pixels
The cushion is lonely.
Without windows and doors.
Technician of log errors
They are knocking in the outlet.
Cappuccino and Mother's Cappuccino
Thirty Three Evils
There were two on Friday.
Salad in the beard.
There the evil admin over the code cheats.
There the spirit of Aichi there smells of beer