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The earth my mattress
The heavens my ceiling
The moon my light
My boot
The pillow upon which
I rest my weary head
A peaceful mind
With a simple life
Go'n where I care to go
Stop'n where I care to stop
My only relationship
With the sky & her dramatics
The large expanse
Cares not for my issues
Why should I care for hers?
But as she becomes
Burdened with troubles
So do I
Unable to counsel
Only Listen & Feel
I suffer her tears
I endure to her cry
.
.
.
If Life is hell
But Hell is worse
Then why do you
Now feel so terse?
.
.
.
An email to you my favorite
Deviant Art Artist
nicktheartisticfreak
I am very happy that you would depict my prose
I have changed the project from pedrk.com
My present life would suit best
To be memorialized
Tho I have done great deeds
Of some
Stories told & songs writ
[ autobiographical of course ]
I can deny not
That my present life
Suits me best
To Boast & Brag
Enter the master bedroom
In my redneck cousin's house
You take in my
7ft steel unix server
Modular & variant
Are the levels
That compose this tank
Of an archive
You are told this archive
Has substantially
More terabytes of valuable data
Than of any known across
Defcon
vBSDcon
ZFSdev.summit
You like the orange Osprey pack
Affectionately hook'd on top
Stained by thousands
Of miles of mountain
‘ Sun to the right
‘ Till it never set
You walk around the machine & experience
1337 Hi-Tech
Hacker command center
All black devices emanating
A Razer green light
You count
4-monitors 3-keyboards
8-*puters 10-external drives
Beautifully assembled
cli til def!
BSD 4 Life
Anarchy on the NET
Will you describe that?
In that Hypersexual
Violent & Macabre fashion
Of the pieces
You have long displayed
.
.
.