Send the truck, you're moving by 0o-elly-o0, literature
Literature
Send the truck, you're moving
It's as though
when we split our possessions down the middle
split the money down the middle
split our friends down the middle
We will split ourselves
Down the middle
And I don't lay claim to any part of you
that existed before
but only that of after me.
I lay firm claim to half.
And I don't pursue any of you that
exists beyond me,
without me...
But only whilst we
were us
And that is halved -
and I will own it.
And it is mine to sell
at auction...
or it is mine to
spit on and rub in the dirt.
It is mine to raise a life on,
or mine to preserve
in a resin tomb
And you may not have that.
(not even half of that)
Do wh
Our Programmer, who art above the maximum building height, Notch be thy name, thy cobblestone fortress come, thy code be executed on our computers as it is on yours.
Give us today our daily bread made of three bushels of wheat in a horizontal line, and forgive us our griefing, as we forgive those who grief against us.
Lead us not into fatally deep mineshafts, and deliver us from creepers, for thine is the coding and the l33tness, for ever and ever.
Amen.