Tuesday, February 9, 2010

NervO

NervO
poem
CharlaXDictionary entry seven numbered knot NervO: the state of the computor user when the mouse goes all squirrley.No amount of noodeling no dragging no tapping can ease mye nervo. The fine art of a mouse pad escapes the commands I carefully do everything write and then it goes south it stops working it will not recognize my tapping it even slides to the right eye soon have to stop and go retrieve it like a bone that slides out of the dogs mouth eye suppose eye am too sensitively trained to the drag and click mouse on the public servor used to doing the dragging for copy and pasteing. NOT the grating nerves of the chalk boarded but the aweful loss of control of noodeling there is no other word to explain the movement of a tool with a mind of its own a mouse intent on taking its own time on going where it pleases no matter what the user attempting. Scrolling is halfway down the page eye go then the mouse takes off trying to escape he shows me several options the arrows pointing both ways at once like the scarecrows arms then the almost time function arrows that point in circles eye cannot get them to actually do anything but wait them out untill its over twirling. Eye advocate no violence but wish the missing person that taught me how to double tapp this mouse learns a better lesson and the tap and slide works better now. What eye am trying to communicate to the faithful minions is the way it grates inside the nerve endings and iff you are not nervous or ever have been nervous as a person then you will not relate. Perhaps a distant cousin or an uncle or an aunt even you could be my mother in a placento sort of relationship smother me with mother love. Both of them. Sort of. Just a play on words no need to start the motor car. NervO.

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