The code. The code. The code.
The code is no mere minor excrescence.
(Look up excrescence: 1. outgrowth -- a growth that sticks out from the body of a human, animal, or plant; 2. unsightly addition -- an ugly addition or extension to something such as a building)
The code is/is no mere minor excrescence.
[The gift of hangover. Not many mornings, but some. Like this one.]
[We lead lives apart right next to each other]
The code captures the truth
The ugly truth
The plain truth
The dullest truths
The shining truth
The wanton truth
The hidden truth
The covert truth
The fleeting truth
The truth as alluded to by a man hidden in plain view
A man who blends in on the stage
Who is there but not seen
Who knows who are his real friends
and who his imaginary
(Which one am I to myself?)
No one wants to think of themselves as a selfish thievish covert animal
(In other words: a dick)
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