Chip, I see you made it
Chip is my coprocessor in my serial port of cyber sex
(We started out with him giving me mini tutorials,
tips and techniques on how to organize my quantities
of interralated information)
He had just the right typing touch, that stroked
me in just the right way, locking my caps for
hours on end
He was the program match I've been looking for
to feed my drive properly
Chip, hurry up, press my power button - TURN ME ON
Oh yeah, keep pressing, your finger feels so good
there pressing on my turn-on button
Keep pushing it, I'm cumming on!!!!!!
Ooooooooooooooh, I'm on again
I'm ready baby for you to drive my information database -
overload me with your macro-processing
Oooh, keep entering your information just like that,
it's really stroking me in the right way
Type in my fields, type in all my fields,
using lowercase and UPPERCASE,
change the font - give me bigger bolder strokes
Oh, just take it step by step
We don't want to accidentally delete our memories
Ooooh baby, now give me some of your megs, RAM me now
Oh yeah, you RAM me in the right way!!!
Oh Chip, you changed your font again, how sweet it is
of you to encrypt in a way that you knew would surely
scramble my emory
Oh chip, now go down and explore my mother board in this
sweet terminal seclusion
Click into it's table of data
Click me into manual overdrive
Keep clicking
*click*click*click*click*
Oh yes, my information has leaked out of my portals
and my windows are changing back and forth
Oh, oh, oh, yes, you've done it again, clicked me
into over sex drive
Oh Chip, I see from your upward position
that you are on again
Oh download more of your programs into me
Oh come on baby, slide your hard disc in my drive again,
blow my circuitry
Oh know, some of my records are being deletd,
you've done it again with your other program
You've blown my circuitry right out of cyber sex space
So on that module note
Come back to my cubicle anytime, Chip...
and be my relational operator
As my drive is always open for you to stick your disk in
my open drive anytime, but you must promise to RAM me
sweet and slow and hard and heavy and byte me in just
the right mode
So til our next transaction, keep it on and keep it
processing so we can remain in this endless loop
of relational informational exchange...
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