I stare at F1 through 12. And I can think of a lot of things to curse. Insert. Meaningful state of being. Delete. Dead-end relationships. End. Dead-end relationships. Home. I wish I could be there right now. Page up. Page Down. The Pager. Pause/Break. Forum theatre could teach my personal scenario a thing or two. Enter. Into my Belly. Up. My sleeve. Down. My rainbow. Left. Everything goes in a box where? Right. If you say so. Shift. My thinking. Control. Less. Backspace. I do. Escape. Where?
Peace, Love and Keyboards!
xoT.
