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Without permission, so many things are woven together, like the desire that waits to awaken, arriving on its own, otherwise it would not exist, without being the event that marks time, excess without dying for being so.
October 25, 2025 at 11:56 AM
Without permission, so many things are woven together, like the desire that waits to awaken, arriving on its own, otherwise it would not exist, without being the event that marks time, excess without dying for being so.
For there is a hope that expects nothing, that feeds on its own uncertainty, the creative hope, the hope that draws from emptiness, from adversity, from opposition, its own strength, without opposing anything, without engaging in any kind of war.
March 9, 2025 at 2:46 PM
For there is a hope that expects nothing, that feeds on its own uncertainty, the creative hope, the hope that draws from emptiness, from adversity, from opposition, its own strength, without opposing anything, without engaging in any kind of war.
hahaha, "on AS/400s"
Undergrad thought he had mastered Unix in weeks. Then he discovered rm -rf
Undergrad thought he had mastered Unix in weeks. Then he discovered rm -rf
Uni sysadmin who ran the lab he erased was a big part of the problem
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November 18, 2024 at 9:38 PM
hahaha, "on AS/400s"