My love is like base64 encoding. Lossless and incomprehensible.
My love is like an alphanumeric URL variable. Easily escaped.
My love is like JPEG. It looks good at first but it's full of distortions.
My love is like GIF. Surprisingly hard to say out loud.
My love is like Prolog. Backwards.
My love is like git. My pull requests are often denied and rebasing is a mystery to me.
My love is like an unfixed bug. It just keeps escalating.
My love is like emacs. It's been around a long time and I guess I understand the attraction but, honestly, I think you should be looking elsewhere.
My love is like IPv4. Full.
My love is like TLS. A brief handshake and we're set.
My love is like an HTML document. Marked down.
My love is like XMPP. Noisy.
My love is like a legacy PHP function. It's hard to predict the parameters and it might yell some Hebrew at you for no reason.
My love is like an RSS reader. You've got to keep feeding it.
My love is like the web. This is for everyone.
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