an attempt to write romantic code, self-beliefs thrown over the values of the glorious text

A poem or something, dedicated wholeheartedly to you, as if you were part of the bigger game. I am sorry if I smash technology, but if I use it, I want to know. As Mitnick would say: I just need to know.

AS a small hint, I would love to refer to this as something of a tip... the howness or suchness of things... as Mitnick says in the hacker movie: The question's how. The question's always how... But:

If

(truly wish to make a contact = true)

check
{ a) inner talents
   b) what soulful intel you could develop and dream
   c) what is most important to you as this particular entity in this particular body

}

RUN this code and then:

if

results >= damaged violence:
keep testing the doorway of

{a) ancient library
  b) dragon
}

referance to the old zen master: standing on nothing, victorious, he has snatched the jewel from the mouth of a dragon.

So too can you stand on thin air and then remove even that.
  The heart code, the pilot code.
The stripful heritage of the joyful women----> Hackers have higher-level preferences in erotic pictures, don't they... ? At list we did...

AGAIN

Return with the code.

if

(number of damaged gentleness >?= your acc. from past lives):
   (running speed += 8)

Dragons approaching from:

random decode:
 {choose:

a) north
b) south
c) east
}

Don't you:

a)

if (remembrance of the source code) = false:
  continue as child prodigy
else:
  keep damaging the ancient timelines

b)

if (attempting to remember = true):
  turn to:
    {list [music, poetry, romance, (random addition from {core self-beliefs})]}


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