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punk_rock_nerd
May. 5th, 2005 12:24 am (UTC)
I don't want a good job in computer programming.

I am a Pirate, dammit!
catdraco
May. 5th, 2005 12:38 am (UTC)
Er, programmers don't use vowels then...?
ozisim
May. 5th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC)
:(
Can I be a security guard instead?
missedangel
May. 5th, 2005 01:58 am (UTC)
*grin*
when do I start
bunnitos
May. 5th, 2005 05:53 am (UTC)
me too, me too! =)
draquin
May. 5th, 2005 04:59 am (UTC)
*whimper*... I'm being overrun by geekiness...
designadrug
May. 5th, 2005 05:55 am (UTC)
How well does it pay?
psuedonym777
May. 5th, 2005 08:14 am (UTC)
Code for a living? Sod that! I'm gunning for the bloke that tells them what to program next.... ;o)
bodgirl
May. 5th, 2005 08:39 am (UTC)
Noooooooooooooo!!!!!

I have an IT degree that tells me the same thing but I dont wanna!!!!
rantinan
May. 5th, 2005 04:35 pm (UTC)
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travisjhall
May. 5th, 2005 05:21 pm (UTC)
If it were made possible to write computer programs in plain English, it would be found that computer programmers do not speak plain English. :)
nicked_metal
May. 5th, 2005 06:01 pm (UTC)
A good job computer programming? I think your chances might be better as a porcine air traffic controller, personally.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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