Steal my heart?

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

My heart has been encrypted
With a one time pad
Sanitized and salted
Behind firewalls ironclad

My heart is stored remotely
In a foreign server farm
Where they shred FBI requests
(Al Qaeda's two racks down)

My heart's behind a password
And biometric key
If you want to steal my heart
You'll have to go through me.

[Freeky]

This is wonderful!  I love it.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

"(Al Qaeda's two racks down)"



That was awesome.

[P3nT4gR4m]

"(Al Qaeda's two racks down)"



That was awesome.

Exactly this!

[The Wizard Joseph]

Very cool work!

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

"(Al Qaeda's two racks down)"



That was awesome.

Fun fact! We did arrange for a client to have their site hosted in literally this situation. Professional accreditation group went south, the folks at the top had the kind of resources to ruin lives if they could prove who was sowing discord, that kinda thing.

[Cramulus]

I like that a lot.

It brings to mind this moment from The Invisibles where Mad Tom touches Jack Frost, and Jack reacts violently, defensively... Jack's heart is protected. Behind a firewall, as you say. But then what happens when it's time to take it back out?

Mad Tom says


What'll you do? Set Jack Frost on me? Let him ice up your heart so it stops hurting? I'm not afraid of little robots like you, with your little robot threats. I'll burn him up. I'll make a puddle of him and that puddle I'll turn into vapor. I'll tear you out of your armor with white-hot claws. You're so tough. So tough and rigid and frozen that you can't even move out of the space you've been given. You think you're an outlaw but you just do what they want you to do; cause trouble for a little while, screw some tart, raise more robots, and on and on and on.

Five fiends have been in Poor Tom at once: of lust as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Moho, of murder. Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing. So many giants and demons and always room for more in Poor Tom's head. Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole UNIVERSES fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune's all we are.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I like that a lot.

It brings to mind this moment from The Invisibles where Mad Tom touches Jack Frost, and Jack reacts violently, defensively... Jack's heart is protected. Behind a firewall, as you say. But then what happens when it's time to take it back out?

Mad Tom says


What'll you do? Set Jack Frost on me? Let him ice up your heart so it stops hurting? I'm not afraid of little robots like you, with your little robot threats. I'll burn him up. I'll make a puddle of him and that puddle I'll turn into vapor. I'll tear you out of your armor with white-hot claws. You're so tough. So tough and rigid and frozen that you can't even move out of the space you've been given. You think you're an outlaw but you just do what they want you to do; cause trouble for a little while, screw some tart, raise more robots, and on and on and on.

Five fiends have been in Poor Tom at once: of lust as Obidicut; Hobbididance, prince of dumbness; Mahu, of stealing; Moho, of murder. Flibbertigibbet, of mopping and mowing. So many giants and demons and always room for more in Poor Tom's head. Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole UNIVERSES fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune's all we are.

Yeah, it's super important that you hold onto that one time pad for later decryption!

Also, I did a page of the last part of that quote. I cut it from the kopyleft Holy Nonsense, since better safe than sued, but I think there's a jpg of it floating around.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

[The Wizard Joseph]

I really like the visual effect of the font and how it exaggerates the O. It lends a sense of cryptic exaggeration like the number per line or the configuration is possibly significant.

I REALLY love this poem.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I really like the visual effect of the font and how it exaggerates the O. It lends a sense of cryptic exaggeration like the number per line or the configuration is possibly significant.

I REALLY love this poem.

Thanks! It was an off the cuff response to some fuckwit on OKC who led with a plagiarized couplet.

[Freeky]

OKC is the bane of everyone's existence, ever.