THE .DOC FILE OF J ALFRED PRUFROCK

http://copperbadge.livejournal.com/3102544.html

Sample (yes the entire poem was adapted/corrupted):

Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a laptop, put in sleep mode on a table
Let us go through certain half-deserted streets
The blinking-light retreats
Of restless nights in free-wifi cafes
And public libraries with internet
Streets that follow like messageboard argument
of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming blog post
Oh, do not ask, "What, yaoi?"
Let us go and post an entry.