In the clearing stands a kitty
And a mouser by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every claw that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"meow meow meow-meow, meow meow meow-meow"
But the kitty still remains
thinks she's cool but she's not
- she/her-ish
I write code when I'm not playing guitar and/or riding bikes.
The adjective part of my display name is randomized daily using J A V A S C R I P T
More info about me is available in my intro post.
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