_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You go down to the pickup station, craving warmth and beauty; You settle for less than fascination -- a few drinks later you're not so choosy. And the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found -- Clutching the night to you like a fig leaf you hurry to the blackness and the blankets to lay down an impression and your loneliness. -Joni Mitchell
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
^__^ / (oo)\_______/ _________ (__)\ )=( ____|_ \_____ ||----w | \ \ \_____ | || || || ||
find /usr/bin ! -user root