I read SICP

The chapter about register machines was very enlightening.

When I closed the book, I fell into a deep trance. Glowing, colored cons-cells in the sky. Beautiful trees of parens. Birds chirping along the SICP lectures tune. Recursion was a part of me. I was one with recursion.

Suddenly, a faggot crow starts cawing at the top of its lungs and I can't see anything. I open my eyes after a while and now I'm in some kind of underground fortress. There's a pink haired girl wearing a stupid-ass necklace and a pair of young-looking sluts who think they look cute cosplaying fucking animals. Fucking furfags, I swear.

Then I regained consciousness. What's up with that? This is not the huge black snake with retarded-looking eyes you guys told me about.

>>1

Simply epic. Now do you want to see that huge black snake you were so eager to meet before? I have it right here.