Pennsylvania

Coming Home

I am a robot error error
I’m programmed following the instructions ” Zen of Python
I don’t understand 
my own instructions:

Beautiful is better than ugly.
Explicit is better than implicit.
Simple is better than complex.
Complex is better than complicated.
Flat is better than nested.
Sparse is better than dense.
Readability counts.
Special cases aren't special enough to break the rules.
Although practicality beats purity.
Errors should never pass silently.
Unless explicitly silenced.
In the face of ambiguity, refuse the temptation to guess.
There should be one-- and preferably one only one --obvious way to do it.
Although that way may not be obvious at first unless you're Dutch.
Now is better than never.
Although never is often better than *right* now.
If the implementation is hard to explain, it's a bad idea.
If the implementation is easy to explain, it may be a good idea.
Namespaces are one honking great idea -- let's do more of those!

Error error error
I am a robot 
Give me clear instructions, give me a manual

simplicity is the ultimate sophistication
but I’m complex by nature, consisting of many moving parts and layer
am I an error
 I am a robot i don’t understand my own instructions

Zen Of Python

Artefact

Flashback

Kooling

habitat

2 Drippy

nap days

cannibal thoughts,
eat their way out of my head,
don't I know I'm worthless?
don't I wish I was dead?
but I pick up the guitar,
and write it in the red,
of the pain I can't escape,
but I can form it into shape,
into beautiful noise,
am I beautiful?
and it takes me way back when,
Punk Rock was my only friend,
and it's beautiful noise,
and it's beautiful,

let it out now,

in juvenile hall, 
in the psych ward, on the street,
got a song in my head,
and it sings me oh so sweet,
and I'm better than dead,
so I've put it on repeat,
sitting in my foster home,
no one'd ever been so alone,
but she made me a mixed tape,
and it helped me to escape,
this planet that I'm on,
you can't hurt me because I'm gone,
into beautiful noise,
into beautiful,

don't need no family,
no bank to scam me,
no church to damn me,
with hands cold and clammy,
no school to fool me,
no rule to rule me.
they lie so cruelly,
and one day soon you'll see,

let it out now,

all of my life,
trying so hard to shock,
there was a time,
when the key became a lock,
and I threw away my studs,
and shaved off my mohawk,
but I'm back, and all is Zen,
and we've fallen in love again,
me and my beautiful noise,
am I beautiful?
four chords and an angry taunt,
it can be whatever we want,
and it's beautiful noise,
and it's beautiful,

beautiful noise.

Flashback

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