. . .a c2eo, a kcuckounter, a quasi-piler; of a c2eo, a kcuckounter, a quasi-piler.
And of all the forgotten, archived, and deleted repos.
Blank, with a lone star, they came into exile.
In GitHub’s dark theme they did not know their creator’s face;
from the prison of their repositories they have come
with their self-speakable and self-communicable READMEs.
So I’ve decided to speak through my profile.
I don’t know what to say yet, so I’m copy-pasting some of Thomas Wolfe’s.
Which one of us has been reminded of this passage?
Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
Now, I realize that’s enough. I release. . .
Anywho, no one’s gonna read this—nor Harry Potter at midnight with a flashlight—
what the hell am I talking about? I’m also a big fan of my favorite film!
P.S. open-sourcing with blasphemous devotion to credits.