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Some Internet folklore from China - Years ago, a backdoored version of PuTTY plagued the search results in China and victimized many developers. The backdoor code would submit the server address and its root password via an HTTP request to the attacker's web server. After the backdoor was exposed on social media, some soon realized that the server had a security vulnerability that allowed everyone to use the "delete" request, soon all the passwords on the server got wiped out.

@mntmn@mastodon.social ECCN 5A002 comes with many exemptions. You can probably claim for EAR §740.17(a), which allows the export of crypto components for pure internal R&D use by "private-sector end users" in most Western countries (Supplement No. 3), and the export status is "no classification request, registration or reporting required"

It's been a long week. It shows in the cookies. At least they taste good.

Journaling:::::::::

Having released enough flatulence to make even Lynne or Niconiconi cringe, should I take a break from posting? I'm probably on social too regularly....

Cradle Of Filth - Tortured Soul Asylum

"Oh, sweet Midian,
I burn for thee at heart.
Don't despair me.
Come bare me on wings of graveyard robbed leather
To where pleasure rings deep secrets
In spurts, after dark..." *

Under full moons waxing lyrically:
Death's poetry floods the soul,
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the stars with vertigo.
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs,
Hymeneal gates to darker sides.
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies.

Midian...

Haunted by this portent,
This obsession in my mind.
With a city sunk below,
Tall cedar groves and graves sublime
Sporting their importance,
Marble wings spread to the skies.
A vale of dreams that it would seem,
The daylights race to leave behind.

These visions struck like a furious fuck
Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls.
Flashes of lust to dust
Splashed across my psychic pall,
As hybrid lovers reached their cusp
With final thrusts I saw it all.

Forbidden Midian,
A long fabled Judecca.
A sanctuary for sin...

You rival Heaven
Above Heaven's tragic wreck
(Though the only Angels in repose
Were those with ivy strangled necks)
Small mercies in vistas of dolmen and vault.
Gaunt, haunched edifices
Midst lightfingered mists,
From whence more awful shadows
Drew back rusted bolts
And dared a threshold.
The searing Sun had knelt to kiss.

Shades of dusk, cruelty and myth,
The Tribes of Christ will not forgive -
And shall not suffer their kind to live!

For I, mesmerized, started not from tombs,
Or their waltz so sibilant
Through the gathering gloom!
But from flumes of the moon in bloom,
Baring each a face effaced,
And raped in the womb!

In hidden Midian,
A Vatican lying in state,
For the sanctity of sin...

To rival Heaven
Free of Heaven's tragic wreck
(Though the only Angels that arose
Were those who fell to most requests)
Small mercies in vistas where dolmen and vault
Caught twisted whispers where fisted sisters
Haunched, flaunted orifice
Midst lighter fingered mists.
Whilst I watched without revolt,
Carnalities few beasts permit.

Between the dog and wolf,
Bared fangs met in intercourse.
A nightly rite of teeth and cunt,
For those below who rose to hunt.

Soar sights that preyed on Me for days,
And in laudenum's haze
I painted them all...

The slew of sith and kin
I drew in blood, my veins in thrall
To Deathugees at peace within
Grotesques and wolves in women's skins
The raven winged and missing limb
Suicides and split thighed Seraphim.

And marble stairs
Stargrazers dare
Ascend like prayer
(As smoke or ghost or lithe nightmares)

Under full moons waxing lyrically:
Death's poetry floods the soul,
Like the freezing seed of a demon freed
To curse the star with vertigo.
And in their dance, in trance I've prised wide
Slick rifts twixt obsidian thighs,
Hymeneal gates to other sides.
A glimpse of plinths where Midian lies.

Midian...

I know I've seen
Through the black backed mirrors in sanity:
Lucent prides amassed in last retreat,
Prurient souls but no more freaks
Than those leashing dreams at harm's length from Me.
And just like grim ascension prophecies,
My revenge, carved deep, will be
A grisly plot that reads,
Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams.

When My Deviliverers come from fog for Me...

... Please come for me...

Exhuming the moon,
Through the bars in My room.
The sooner the bitter pills swallowed are through.
But no Genotypes, Aphrodites, Demon archetypes,
No Cenobites rise to clame me from you!

No! No! No!
Don't leave here in this storm weathered cell!
No! No! No!
With prophets and losses,
And dead men from crosses,
My fate is a preview of derelict Hell!

Midian!
Midian!

Cradle Of Filth - Stay

youtube.com/watch?v=K0lwGNbEj9

If this world is wearing thin
And you're thinking of escape
I'll go anywhere with you
Just wrap me up in chains
But if you try to go alone
Don't think i'll understand

Stay with me, stay with me

In the silence of your room
In the darkness of your dreams
You must only think of me
There can be no in between
When your pride is on the floor
I'll make you beg for more
Stay with me, stay with me

You'd better hope and pray
That you'll make it safe
Back to your own world
You'd better hope and pray
That you'll wake one day
In your own world

Cause when you sleep at night
They don't hear you cries in your own world
Only time will tell if you can break the spell
Back in your own world

Stay with me, stay with me
Stay with me, stay with me
(Stay with me, stay with me)

You'd better hope and pray
That you'll make it safe
Back to your own world
You'd better hope and pray
That you'll wake one day
In your own world

Cause when you sleep at night
They don't hear you cries in your own world
Only time will tell if you can break the spell
Back in your own world

Cool, more job applications sent-

time for the employed to compete against those who are already deficient.

"The purpose of evolution is to attain understanding of the necessity of doing good and living in harmony with Cosmic Laws; and to express your Divine Nature in everything you think, say and do." Rosicrucian Manuscript

@nyx I feel your anguish

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"Be humanistic. Regard all humanity as your family. Beyond race, culture, and belief, all human beings are brothers and sisters. Consequently, they all deserve the same respect and consideration."

Rose + Croix Code of Life

You are the apple off my eye.
The strawberry shortcake.
The cherry on top.
The big apple.

Shall I taste the fruits of my labour? Temptation from the tree of knowledge calls to the innocent.

I miss the days where GURPS was home to any sci-fi for fantasy setting they could get their licensing mitts on. #xp #gurps #ttrpg

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