heyo, da se nebi FanArt ogranichio samo PS i flash, ewo malo literarnog FanArta 
eto ako se ko nasmije ja zadowoljan, a i owak' sam , dobio sam 5 za owo iz eng (uwod mozda nije nesh, alo moro sam tako radi forme koje sam se moro pridrzhawat)
I love my comptuter, I call her Stacy. She was my first live. I loved her from the first moment we met. It was love at the first sight. She shows me how the world lookes like. She's cute as an apple, and hot like a firebird. I know how to opetn her, to look inside. She is the first thig that I look on when I open my eyes, she's allways next to me. When she reboots it sounds like music in my ears. She does whatever, and wherever I want it. She never forgets any od my names, passwords or our dates. We only quarell when she crash.
Oh my computer i love you so much , it became so crazy whenever I tuch.
It's the way that you make me smile, the time that you need to open a file.
Our love is an unending program, not like the procesing speed of your RAM.
Your procesor is about one core, but it's importatns that you aren't a whore
I see in you like trough a window, to play with you I dont need to be a pro.
It isn't hard to be your boyfriend, I love the messeges that you send.
We listen allways togheter music, it's so crazy, I feel so sick.
You love me like no human could, sometimes I don't , but i should.
Your firewall isnt so hard, you don't see that I am a tard.
We watch movies all over the time, your hard thats my aim.
I never relized the joys of having a web-page load in the blink of an eye, or downloading songs so fast I could cry.
Oh! You little shiny box, your front is colored like the firefox.
We need together like a pair of a shoe, never fear we can always meet on ICQ.
She is the internet ready and lagacy-free, with fire-wire ports and of course, an USB
They can call me a freak, they can call me a geek. They tell me „get out more!“ and don't understand what I speak. But the truth is clear to me, when I am with you , I feel so free
Copyright by n4m3
eto ako se ko nasmije ja zadowoljan, a i owak' sam , dobio sam 5 za owo iz eng (uwod mozda nije nesh, alo moro sam tako radi forme koje sam se moro pridrzhawat)I love my comptuter, I call her Stacy. She was my first live. I loved her from the first moment we met. It was love at the first sight. She shows me how the world lookes like. She's cute as an apple, and hot like a firebird. I know how to opetn her, to look inside. She is the first thig that I look on when I open my eyes, she's allways next to me. When she reboots it sounds like music in my ears. She does whatever, and wherever I want it. She never forgets any od my names, passwords or our dates. We only quarell when she crash.
Oh my computer i love you so much , it became so crazy whenever I tuch.
It's the way that you make me smile, the time that you need to open a file.
Our love is an unending program, not like the procesing speed of your RAM.
Your procesor is about one core, but it's importatns that you aren't a whore
I see in you like trough a window, to play with you I dont need to be a pro.
It isn't hard to be your boyfriend, I love the messeges that you send.
We listen allways togheter music, it's so crazy, I feel so sick.
You love me like no human could, sometimes I don't , but i should.
Your firewall isnt so hard, you don't see that I am a tard.
We watch movies all over the time, your hard thats my aim.
I never relized the joys of having a web-page load in the blink of an eye, or downloading songs so fast I could cry.
Oh! You little shiny box, your front is colored like the firefox.
We need together like a pair of a shoe, never fear we can always meet on ICQ.
She is the internet ready and lagacy-free, with fire-wire ports and of course, an USB
They can call me a freak, they can call me a geek. They tell me „get out more!“ and don't understand what I speak. But the truth is clear to me, when I am with you , I feel so free
Copyright by n4m3
Good Job!
