Brain oozeings

( twitterings )

Birfday Fishes!

I met a gamer from an antique land
Who said: A great and neckless head of stone
Stands in the desert. Near it on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd dicebag lies, whose torn
And sundered pouch and fray of withered strings
Tell that its owner well those dice which fell
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these polyhedrons bare,
The hand that roll'd them and the heart that fed.
And on the rulebooks these words appear:
"My name is tth, gamer of gamers:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and laugh hysterically!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Happy Birthday, sir. May you have many more.

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