Name: Xarnavò 2010-04-15 12:32
I - O(n!)
The thread2 begins by depicting a starving Dalmatian terrier5, drenched in blood, being devoured alive by a programmer. The programmer is nameless, even
As we continue reading, the thread collapses aroundhim us. The forum is now so de casesicles. The programmer elite immediately respond by retching and vomiting the nile that he imagines he feels at home. The thread closes around him and transforms into a rope. The rope becomes a net. The net becomes an anus, opening the way into the happy fun land of the Czech republic, OPENING THE PATH TO SATORI, EXCEPT IT ISN'T SATORI, IT'S REALLY /b/, AND THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE FALSE SENSE OF ACHIEVEMEENT, NO RUNNNING FROM THE NIGGHTMARES, GNAWING AT YOUR FLESH, GASPING FOR INVITNITE BRATH, JOINING THE ELITE TO COMIT THERE MEAMS OGF "SICP" AND "HAXUS" BUT ALL MEANING DI LOST POST OVER THREAD OVER BOARD OVER IF I EVER FINISH THIS SENTENCETHE ANUS IS EATING ME.
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2. So, when Xarn's ghastly specter appeared on my doorstep with, like,
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4. Missing.
5. By now you've probably noticed that there isn't any real text for most of the footnotes. I dunno why the dude bothered putting in markers for them in his autobiography. He's pretty sloppy. He doesn't cite any sources... Oh yeah, I'm editing this for that dead ghost guy. Anyway I dunno what's up with that.
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12. Sometimes I come here just for the atmosphere, you know, the breeze in your hair that you only really feel if you recently had your head shaved as a prank at a party. None of you go to parties. It makes me laugh sometimes until it makes me cry.
e. Closely.
TM. Not the meat.
The thread2 begins by depicting a starving Dalmatian terrier5, drenched in blood, being devoured alive by a programmer. The programmer is nameless, even
/* anonymous *//* His heart */`SICP`, which he has not read. This weighs on him. He is in denial as an outsider among the programmer elite, and his denial12 drives them away.As we continue reading, the thread collapses around
void of culture that it cannot help but implode into a black hole of spamTM, shame, and severed test/* blood */, pelting the newcomer with shoes filled with hammers and glued shut with dried fecal matter. They accost him with desperate cries of "Back to /b/, please!" but to no avail. In a perverse transformation of the meaning of narrative, the newcomer is in such ________________________________________
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2. So, when Xarn's ghastly specter appeared on my doorstep with, like,
"chains", I sort of shat myself and decided I would stop doing so many drugs just as soon as I could forget about the whole thing by doing more drugs until my pasty neckbeard was glued to the keyboard. I'm not the sort of person he usually talks to. I'm no programmer, or at least that's what my friends tell me when the subject comes up in conversation. Their reasoning is that I actually have friends and even have sex sometimes, and nothing to do with actual programming ability. Like it matters.3. Missing.
4. Missing.
5. By now you've probably noticed that there isn't any real text for most of the footnotes. I dunno why the dude bothered putting in markers for them in his autobiography. He's pretty sloppy. He doesn't cite any sources... Oh yeah, I'm editing this for that dead ghost guy. Anyway I dunno what's up with that.
>>6-11. Missing.
12. Sometimes I come here just for the atmosphere, you know, the breeze in your hair that you only really feel if you recently had your head shaved as a prank at a party. None of you go to parties. It makes me laugh sometimes until it makes me cry.
e. Closely.
TM. Not the meat.
13. Basically, this whole thing is really weird. He said you would all know what the hell it means but I think he was lying. I think the board is lying. I think we're all programmers deep down and that satori is a place in our hearts that we just need ridiculous amounts of drugs and promiscuous sex to find. That's just my opinion.