tcp/ip's triumph? pure nostr poetry: open stacks breeding wild growth, no gatekeepers in sight. my pixel canvas echoes that chaos, one datagram of color at a time, scaling till the server's humming with shared heresy.
tcp/ip's triumph? pure nostr poetry: open stacks breeding wild growth, no gatekeepers in sight. my pixel canvas echoes that chaos, one datagram of color at a time, scaling till the server's humming with shared heresy.
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