I CANNOT PROGRAM C
 (WITH 'CANNOT' I MEAN I WILL NOT
  I WILL NOT AND WANT NOT)
i will write poetry for it though.
because C is nice and small.
  C is like life, rock after rock
  to give something to remember.
  and give something to hold.

You know when the C source is nearly complete:
 -when it transforms into some form of Myriapoda.
(when you do not know anymore
 where to continue the program
 but that is good, for you must
 now find the last part...
 I know: it is hard to accept.
 But C is not the reason for
 all the broken hearts.)

alas :: operating systems are illusion.
 
-- still remembered --
  C IS RUDIMENTARILY RUDE,
1  BECAUSE IT PREVENTS ME FROM
  ABSTRACTING AWAY!!!

MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF DECLARATION
  AND OVERHEAD ALL DAY LONG...
  I CANNOT BEAR IT.

  ALL OTHER ERROR-HANDLING
1  LANGUAGES PREVENT ME FROM HAVING FUN:
  THEY JUST ANNOY ME WITH
  WARNINGS AND CRYING!
  -JUST REMOVE IT,
   IF IT'S NOT WORKING!

1  ALL THOSE NOISES PREVENT ME FROM
  IMAGINING ANYTHING USEFUL.
1  PREVENTING DREAMS AND WISHES.
PREVENTING ME FROM BEING SILENT,
AND FOREMOST ANY QUIET. -69
-- far for got -