sonnetMy life is a bed of roses untilit comes to an unexpected detourthe day of the seizing of my free willtwo thousand and ten of February fourSonnet eh? is it related with grass?neh! it's just me now let me think at easeI'm sure that will be just as easy asplanting cherry bombs to blast those zombiesTen days past the cursor is still blinkingfor God's sake, my lil brain is not workingI wish it'll be easy as FacebookingI wish I could just pass and start PlurkingAlas! Finally I can say. AMEN!It is done! no- wait. shoot. brownout again?