Running into walls…
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee for every byte of data you entail,
My soul in recursion over thee without an end,
As deep as the Internets can reach, as high as airwaves go,
At the lowest level of each bit you are recorded in,
At height of every memory burnt in the brain.
I love thee freely, as Linux is free to use and build upon,
I love thee purely, as assembler running on the naked core,
I love thee with passionate heat of GPU running full power,
I love thee with love I never could kill, not even with -9,
With sadness and joy and laughter - the whole of my life,
even beyond the final powerdown I shall love thee.
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It’s a perfectly good geeky love poem. Feel free to use it on your geeky loved ones. Didn’t do me any good. Shouldn’t be surprised, throwing words at walls seldom does. That should be finished now tho. I might still do that… but the wall should not be talking back. Talking to walls is fine as long as they don’t talk back. When they talk back… Well. Insanity ahoy!
