07/29/19, 3:22AM Eastern Standard Time
Klaimco , 0P3N 24 forCPUs0nly
‘ yr L00king @theGlobeGettingMoreTechyn0 ’
“Surface”
Seems like a good place 2 start
= Scientific = Data = Superb !!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron
^copy/paste/read/above/thencomeback/here ¬
All that important:
We remember feeling M0VED
that someone else independently felt similarly
& took the time to write so thoughtfully about it all.
> your move __________ 🃟
just kidding, we both know the infinite player
plays h | o | r | r | o | r | i | z | o | n | a | l | l | y
——
feel free to disregard either deluge, the parameters are ours alone to blur ... ... ... ...
🙾
:0) Sincerely, V.S., B.N.
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So, we’ll go no more a–roving
So late into the night,
Through the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Through the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a–roving
By the light of the moon.
Poem by Lord Byron
Klaimco , 0P3N 24 forCPUs0nly
‘ yr L00king @theGlobeGettingMoreTechyn0 ’
“Surface”
Seems like a good place 2 start
= Scientific = Data = Superb !!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord_Byron
^copy/paste/read/above/thencomeback/here ¬
All that important:
We remember feeling M0VED
that someone else independently felt similarly
& took the time to write so thoughtfully about it all.
> your move __________ 🃟
just kidding, we both know the infinite player
plays h | o | r | r | o | r | i | z | o | n | a | l | l | y
——
feel free to disregard either deluge, the parameters are ours alone to blur ... ... ... ...
🙾
:0) Sincerely, V.S., B.N.
So, we’ll go no more a roving
So, we’ll go no more a–roving
So late into the night,
Through the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have rest.
Through the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we’ll go no more a–roving
By the light of the moon.
Poem by Lord Byron
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