AblativeLove

A cool desert breeze filters through my hair; the moonlight glaring on the windscreen illuminates the long straight road in front of me. The hum of my '66 Cadillac is the only thing that breaks the monotony in a dark and featureless landscape. The road slowly melts into a blazing city, and the neon glow burns harshly in my tired eyes. I pull into a small, dilapidated parking lot, and stroll across the street to an old, run-down factory. I pull back the rusting gate on the cargo elevator, squealing as it gives way. The elevator greets each floor with a soft ka-thunk. The shutter rattles as I lift it open, and clatters closed behind me. The flo

"And ye shall know me; yea, ye have known me all thine life. For I am the source from whence thine powers flow: I am /root" Codex Programmica, 192.168.0.1

We used to fly to jupiter on a speckled whim; we used to paint scarlet fish up to the very brim. They brought to bear the completely full application of the law; 'Of this wanton creativity' said they, 'there shall be no more' To the sightless man, it was very plain to spy; When up jumped the deaf man, at the silent cry! All the inventiveness has been uncreated; Like a rainbow puffer frog, it was deflated.

Opportunity knocked, upon my hollow door.