Don-Quixote
on Horus8 Live, a benefit for materialism by horus8
4 Jun 2005, 2:29 PM
That is all good, cept that I lack transportation, and find myself hopelessly stranded in the bay area, suburban pithole out in San Jose. I'm gonna go cry and wallow in my self-pity over this horrid situation. Then compliment it with a dash of super-sugar in my coffee.
The words of god? Says Who? I've yet to hear any confirmation from any deity of omnipotent stature to date. Theistic assumption. Try approaching life with the pantheistic view, which "in my opinion" is the default window, before everything and everyone starts ripping apart and molding the psyche.
THE WORDS OF SUPREME DREAMER.
Now this can be substantiated, in a heart beat.
You may think that poems do not hav to rhyme...but i lyk rhyming cuz i think it enhances the poem. So personal opinions r not welcomed here.
PS(Next time plz do not purposely sabotage my poems. Instead of voting "0" purposely and anonymously, you can try posting your comments. Thanks~)<---for "kev_wannabe"
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Applicative-Order Fixed-Point Operator by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
4 Jun 2005, 1:36 PM
The poeme is written in a made-up version of Scheme where (λx ...) is short for (lambda (x) ...).
It can be used to write a recursive function without having to give it a name. It's quite mind-bending to think about.
Thankz for supporting me^^. You poem "A Backpack Full Of Dragons" is pure genius too. Thanks again~
U know..i could try that. I'll consider about it.
Don-Quixote
replying on Applicative-Order Fixed-Point Operator by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
4 Jun 2005, 12:42 PM
Darkie, I know it ain't Fortran. T'was simply a jest. That is why I had mentioned being ludicrous.
Anyway, since we're on the issue, what language or script code does this happen to be? And what fuction does the above serve, and forgo repeating the title, layman definition required.
Aye? Did some poop-deck crab pass gass agin me matey? Scallywags be prayin for the brownin in the mornin tiday.
He buys his dope from me. I power america, and he drives all over it. Soon, he'll be stoppin at D.C. to show Bush what a twelve wheeled rectangular dildo looks like. Then he'll demonstrate what it feels like. And on that day I shall call out,
Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise be the doped up Jesus 'n his twelve wheeler!! For then it will be Judgement Day.
Maybe you should submit this to congress so Bush'll give you an oil dipped bag of dates as a token of his appreciation.
Quaint. You probably have a yellow ribbon on your S.U.V. that says "I Support Our Troops." Bravo. Now run along Billy.
-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
replying on Applicative-Order Fixed-Point Operator by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
4 Jun 2005, 11:20 AM
What's Fortran got to do with it? This poeme isn't anything to do with Fortran. One couldn't even write it in Fortran.
Don-Quixote
replying on Applicative-Order Fixed-Point Operator by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
4 Jun 2005, 11:15 AM
Look, victorian feminism is quite past you, me, and the entire subject at hand. Take some lsd, burn a wonder bra and call Martha Stewart for a Vodka Sisterhood Gathering in the fuddled morn, that or pull your cranium out thy puckered arse-cunt woman.
Honestly, I think it's true what they say... Woman speak to speak again, again, again, again, again.
Even I had to shut up eventually. Then again, thankfully, I am not a woman.
I'll be ludicrous and say only this:
Fuck Fortran. And fuck you for reminding me that I suck in any mathematical area which peaks above the Introduction in my old 'n rotted Algebra One textbook.]
And that shall be all, till we meet again, my pretty embrowned birdie.
Don-Quixote
on Adibe's Song (third-time's-the-charm revision, less Spanish) by zodiac
4 Jun 2005, 10:50 AM
Well, alas its granny revealing the secret that todays rebels become tomorrows tyrants. And I can say little else but a meager "well done."
I'll add some garnish though, have a ten.
I prefer something which, after devoured, unveils milky white bones. But hey man, I too have had the munchies and a fridge that had oreos and muffins in it, but not a damned speck of milk.
My mark then is thus: Seven, the number of stairs that lead to heaven. >EG<
Dood, you suck.
And you got no smashin style!
This, all in all, is but a high pitched whine!
Atleast humor the rankerfolk. Zeros, tens, these trophies and scars have long since become trivial...
I place no mark sir. But my mind has been spoken, and that should more than suffice for now.
Don-Quixote
on The Comedy of Mighty Rockmage: Combatting Old Age. by Don-Quixote
4 Jun 2005, 10:03 AM
Now please bless this Gauntlet with a kiss, Rockmage? Mayhaps thou knowest custom only in ranker tongue?
Lemme translate then, ole chap...
Stamp this graffito with a zero, you old fart, and alas I shall receive the prize which is rightfully mine. Hurry along now, I wish not to rouse thy bowels too slowly!
This poem makes me hungry.
coincidentally my nieces cake is like poetry.
It deserves an eat-I mean an 8
Yeah I was going for the fact that we put strain on our wrists when we write, draw, paint etc. and the blood was the essence we put into our art. But I'm sure it probably has been used a hundred times.
The idea is in the spelling... I know. Corny poem. I apologize.