Curse of the OVR

So here I am and there you are. Does anyone have the same problem as me? No not that one... nor that, or that... no no no. Like when you are in word, as in the Microsoft word not the holy word. So your there and I’m not sure how it happens but BAM your typing over stuff and you don’t want to, you really don’t want to, but alas you are! And it doesn’t feel good, it feels wrooong, it looks wrong, sounds wrong, tastes wrong... is wrooong. Out of nowhere it appears and you don’t want to believe that it is happening to you, yet it is happening and you just cant not believe what is happening to you. If you did then you would be wrong, and you cant let the wrong win. Yes its wrong what is happening but if you also become wrong then you are no better than the wrooong, and all it represents, stands for, and represents. The happening of the wrooong is like a miracle, that happens and you just cant deny that its happening, like a healing or a miracle. Kind of just miraculous, like how it would feel to get a heal-ing, but in a bad way. Your are typing over your own words, the ones that are of your own kind, they came from within you, once they flowed strong like the mighty Waikato river and now you are destroying them and all they represent, stand for and represent, its like you are destroying them. Its your fault that they are disappearing, its all your fat fault! Some how, some way, you did something you messed up, flipped the switch, pulled the lever, pressed the button, dialed the number, cracked the code, triggered the trigger, made the signal, lit the torch, nodded your head, gave the all clear, did the thumbs up. Every thing has fallen into palace and the OVR is on! The sadness fills your soul like there is no tomorrow, even though there probably is. SUDDENLY!.... I’m not half the man I used to be, there’s a shadow hanging over me. Its gloomy destruction, its out of control, its like you cant control it, I would go so far as to say... its not under your control! The O.V.R has a mind of its own, bent on world nay... global nay... planetary domination! Dun dun dah!!! It just keeps typing over and over and OVR - coincidence, I think not chum! It just keeps going no matter how many letters and spaces and brackets and numbers and colons and symbols it leaves dead and bloodied along the way. It’s the curse of the OVR, pronounced oww vee are, curse of the O.V.R! sounds like something that would kill a rabbit.