A found poem of machine language and God-language.
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I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Pride Goeth Before a Fall
Hindsight
My Serial Mistakes
- Top40 (46)
- NaNoWriMo (19)
- Sherlock Holmes (8)
- Thomas (7)
- Alesia (5)
This is Your Fault
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[if you're reading this, go to the sidebar and read the series from 9.27 on--they're all labeled "thomas." To Janelle, tha...
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I feel less and less like a man, the longer this goes on. I don't want to be nice anymore. I don't want to respect her wishes anymor...
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Why did God decide that it was okay to make tigers so large? When did he come to the point where it was okay to put such smell in a skunk? H...
Sheeple
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