Back in the day, I was unable to say(), I had to print() everything to find the err of my ways, but things changed, and now I can return(), to the main() program of life, where nearly everything burns, I'm not rapping this on a mic, I'm just writing to be free, before I have to split(), and perform other tasks that bore me.
So I grab my map(), and put two and two together, hashing into keys the locations, that I can remember, but I've %seen these places, now what do I do?, I pick a rand()om place that none of us have ever been to, but the rules are strict, I keep getting warnings, something about being literal when I'm trying to be corny, but I'm out of the ord()inary, I'm a chr()acter in reverse(), I know what Larry wanted, but my linguistics are the worst, this is freeverse, I DESTROY()ed the English language, I just hope I get eval()uated to true, before I die() and then get laughed at, but it isn't like that, all I seek() is some closure, I'm not an array of elements trying to get sort()ed into order, I'm random, I try to please for() each(), it's like a disease, I've thrown away all the keys(), I write in these confinements, it's a very strict type of squeeze. The warnings teach me lessons, correct my spelling and my messes, but if Larry's crew would finish Perl6, to my $madness I'd have methods. - stevieb 20120409
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