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The Yobster's Creed # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # This is my post. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My post is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my post is useless. Without my post, I am useless. I must fire my post true. I must post funnier than my enemy who is trying to ridicule me. I must outsmart him before he outsmarts me. I will ... My post and I know that what counts in war is not the words we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit ... My post is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my post funny and smart, even as I am smart and funny. We will become part of each other. We will ... Before Hammock Cat, I swear this creed. My post and I are the defenders of my sub forum. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is the Yob's and there is no enemy, but peace! # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # # |
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Do not go gentle into that eternal lurk, Old posts should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the lurking of the post. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that lurking mode. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail posts might have danced in that green herb, Rage, rage against the lurking of the post. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they probed it on its way, Do not go gentle into that lurking mode. Grave men, near their lurk, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be posting, Rage, rage against the lurking of the post. And you, my hammock cat, there on the chill height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce posts, I pray. Do not go gentle into that lurking mode. Rage, rage against the lurking of the posting code.
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May 11, 2020 14:41
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<3 
<3 Vanisher