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"sudo" poems
I can't sleep for this kitten has claws when you die I will tear your soul apart mortality is a gift, so take it I will wait till you are dead 30 years if that then you will be mine and by the eyes of God I will tear your soul apart I get ****** off with sudo Christians by the laws of the trinity time means nothing to me for I am a vengeful Angel My own tell me to leave it why should I waste my time I tell them to f*ck off just to tear you apart By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:57 PM UTC
Apart
if I seem desperate, it's because i am. i don't care about dignity. i care about you. how many nights in a row can I drink white russian daiquiris and smack ink onto a blank sheet before I realize that I haven't pressed the "J" key even once in hopes that my brain won't jumble the letters and create word searches with only your name in the word bank. i'm not dyslexic but I do love puzzles. crosswords, jigsaws, multi-colored cubes, cryptograms, mazes, tetris, Sudoku... the only one I can't seem to solve is you. **** Once again, I'm stuck.
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
jigsaw lover
I don't care for insults I do stand alone my restraint is me for I will not attack Come sudo friend give it your best shot for I have seen all before and protect his fragile soul Do you think I would leave him My Husband of being he is that part of me don't fight me, for the sake of you I do stand alone so don't **** with me for I really know the laws of hurt Run rat Run and scurry for I need not you as another quarry By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
Standing Alone
People that change history, have to be true to their faith so understand there is no them and us, for we are all one my country is in the grip of unholy beasts of hell for all the poor ******** that live in this sudo china crisis I am watching good working people being crushed watching them being arrested and incarcerated who will help us, will the land of the free help us I don't think so, for money rules this sick world If you want to see the third world come to Britain see children starving so many in the slums of sewers made by our own usurper sick government Oh they make our country great with lies in their eyes we have never had it so good if that was a fact, I would not write this note for as they hurt us, we will fight hard back Let us eat cake 48 12 By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
My Country My Hurt
If home were where the heart is, am I to be considered careless? Still young with four parents, why do I feel so alone? This hostel that calls me a student, do they care for me? How am I supposed to adult on my own... I have biological and sudo-step family and they seem happy As they are, they are content with their nuclear families And I am content with solitude. Something to call my own. But solitude ends with the term. I sleep in living rooms and, after emotional diffusers, at friend's houses. My little half-brother hasn't yet learned that he can ignore me while I wallow in my pity A lesson that he will learn with my termly absences A lesson my parents surely have I don't think that it's being sent away that makes me feel alone Nor the sleeping on couches, many people seem to be fine and they were also raised like this. No, it's the happiness. Their happiness... Yes, I am the bad guy of this story, the antagonist you boo I arrogantly assume that if they loved me they would be sadder when I went away. And, maybe, at first they were, but that was before the wedding bells rang, again. Before they promised to death for the second time I know there are more lessons to be learnt now that I'm growing older. Lessons that have served me well, but that childish rage in me will always glow. So I'll finish my education, get a job and a house And hopefully emotionally I'll grow. And maybe, just maybe, my heart will grow softer, or bolder.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
home.
caught between screens like a rock and a hard place laced with beams of green, the command line screams into dark color schemes that maintain a clean theme of extreme control in a world lacking whoami to say sudo i'm just the pseudo-king of all the pings i see'em sing ICMP but the ether stream contains more than pings, no it flings about all the things modernity can't think without like some machined spring spewing strings made up of   every dream we need fresh from the version-controlled source the click clack of mechanical keys on a thick black switch-backed board in tic tac mint condition is the sound of strict syntax enforced, if there's a problem you fix that, else the big bad bugs will kick back with sick bags of tricks that make you wish that there was better logging for life's mistakes
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
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