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[lugbe] [Valentine Poetry] - DSL
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- Subject: [lugbe] [Valentine Poetry] - DSL
- From: Mathias Gygax <mg at trash.net>
- Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2001 12:12:55 +0100
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man merkts, ich bin verliebt :*)
From: Brandan Whearty <spamthis at diescreaming.com>
Newsgroups: alt.cyberpunk.chatsubo
Subject: [Valentine Poetry] - DSL
Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2001 20:59:33 -0700
Message-ID: <3A8A0291.D240573D at diescreaming.com>
Hi, Gang:
While this isn't 100% pure Gibson approved cyberpunk, hopefully
someone will get a kick out of it. Especially a certain special someone
who will find this waiting for her at work tomorrow. ;-)
Happy VD,
-- Brandan
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DSL
(Declaring Sysop Love)
-- for Chandra, Valentine's Day 2001
“Baby got backup!” I screamed
at the curvy blue-eyed laptop unit
hitchhiking on the information superhighway.
You flashed a grin that
could melt chrome and
ignited my firewire.
It wasn’t fair how fast you blazed
through handshakes and heartaches
Before my firewalls could stop you
I was snared in your world wide web.
I feared you’d give me the boot
and it would rec.my.heart
I phreaked, but you were liquid cooled,
yet hotter than an overclocked athlon.
iMac, but only on you.
The only virus I’ve got is your love bug.
You made my microsoft into a hard drive, and
asked, “Should we crash at my place? || yours?”
That night, free from monitors
I traced your body from the beautiful faceplate
straight down to your fuzzy...logic.
The smell of your neck became my password.
I wanna hack your dreams and
write myself into your future...
we’ll make our own script kiddies -
sun systems and daughter processes.
just reach out and grep my hand
and our search is over.
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This poem is freeware copyleft 2001. Spread it, exchange it, modify it,
send it to people you hate, or whatever. Just make sure the dedication
remains intact.