we lack a sense of truly human modevoices are raised when silence ought to reignthere is no way for us to read the codeeach wants to reap what other folk have sowedwithout a pause for any to explainwe lack a sense of truly human modeno one waits here at the most urgent nodethe place where all the symbols stand out plainthere is no way for us to read the codewe've come too far along this narrow roadto discount all the moments of small gainwe lack a sense of truly human modeit's far too easy to let time erodethe certainties for which you should campaignthere is no way for us to read the codea grain of powder would make things explodeand halt at once the long-prevailing painwe lack a sense of truly human modethere is no way for us to read the code
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
28 September 2008
inside the meme
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