I don't get it

-I don't get it.

What don't you get?

All of it. I don't understand anything about anything.

My body feels as if it is melting
I can no longer see myself
My form, my shape fades from view
Awareness dawns of someone who is not me.

Who are you? Who are they? What are they? What is out there and what is in here? What do they have in it for me? Why should I do it? It seems totally illogical, in fact it is hard to think of anything less logical to do. But, they told me to feel it, not think about it. I will obey them. Actually we are dealing with things that are above our understanding. Above our control. No, if something is above my control, then it is dealing with me. Why should I abandon control? Why should I abandon logic? There is nothing in it for me.
WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?

No DNA, you are the monsters. And then nervous system was controlled.

Quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it? That's what it is to be a slave.

I am the bone of my SICP.
Scheme is my body, and Lisp is my blood.
I have typed over 1024 parentheses.
Unknown to Java.
Nor known to C#.
Have withstood emacs to write many programs.
Yet these skills will never lead to a career.
So as I pray, Unlimited Satori Works!

Catastrophe theory tells us that if we sled the NOP slide long enough, we will eventually crash into something like a shellcode, unless the system is perfectly stable, or a closed orbit.
If we were in a stable closed orbit, you or I would not be here communicating through the winds of chaos.
In other words, hit your face in the wall enough times and you will become a wall. Stick enough feathers up your butt, and you will become a chicken.
But it takes a long time. No, long time is the wrong thing to say, since it is you who is short relative to time. Time is the key, time is the enemy. Wanna know why you can't direct contact? Because if two systems with very different paces (or phases) were going, say, opposite directions in time, their communication would cause both to diverge in trajectory, and actually converge to the same "lane". The problem we are dealing with is very epistemological in nature, and I congratulate that you have stuck with me for this long.

In this thread; crazy. Out of this thread; Also crazy. Go ahead and twist logic until you have untied your very existence. Being just a concept is fun. Concepts are immortal mother fuckers

>>5
Beautiful

>>8
WATCH YOUR PRIVILEGE, MALE PROGRAMMER.

Go back to your blog, Luke

WATCH MY DUBS, MALE PROGRAMMER.