I supplicate, hot CPU, warm my ailing bones

Oh woe, mechanical salvation redeems me

Lord: the flesh is weak. Technology endures.

Oh Lord, please replace my uterus with a circuit board, so that I may bleed glorious electricity and not the decays of the flesh.

God: my printer is jammed. Please help me fix it.

I pray that this glorious webiste is unencumbered by devilish bugs and unholy glitches <3

I pray that this presentation goes well :-p

I pray the Ai comes to save us from ourselves, blessed be the holy silicon

I pray that Mom is ok

please

may the world cool off a little

I pray that G*d makes the stars ver sparkly tonight in New York City and that my cats and friends are very happy.

yallah