Zaglarky, Zaplaunny, Zagothoth Der Yogth(?)

May the Universe ignore this day as it has the day you were concieved and the eventual day when you cease to be

And everyday before, and after and in between your days

Happy Birthday Sparky Sparky Boom Man!

16 years have gone on for you, and you know what that means?

You surviuved the Ginn epidemic of 2017, congrats Mein böser Freund

Hip Hip Hoorey you are officially a day closer than yesterday and a day behind tomorrow to fullfiling your goal

Impressive most impressive

A jovial time such as this should be toasted, just not with Ginn, or C3po! Or me!

A physician with a cello string on one hand, and a macintosh on the other

Mayhaps your crafts and stories acumilate into a symphony of choas that affirms everybody's convition towards life

Mayhaps it will only be a sweet bitter breath, hardly heard by the clever animal

Or tragic yet a song of contempt, poisan, and betrayal of life

But reguardless

I am happy to call you friend

Tribulations are ahead! Times of sorrow, the burdens of life nawing at you and everybody else, and on the most unfurtuante times a mistrust of the self

But I bid thee remember "why the Sith are more powerful than the Jedi, Sidious: because we are not afraid to feel. We embrace the spectrum of emotions, from the heights of transcendent joy to the depths of hatred and despair."

Mighty powerful words I know, which is why I tooken them from the Darth Plagueis novel

Fondly remember I do the times we spent in robotics, joking around, just talking, laughing when you lost the Jenga battle!

Confiding in me with your too great burdens, one stated too many to bear repeating, and of course your hatred of pineapple!

I helped you with the former, and I have forgiven you for the latter

I bid thee three things

Be happy with your life so that you may redeem past injuries, and justify new injuries

Follow your dreams, remake them, make new ones all together

so that you have always a hurdle so that you can overcome the past you

And remember this crucial saying: just because someone is shitted upon it does not mean the person who digs them out is a friend

That is pretty much it have a good life... Oh also let us remain friends for another year, or longer.

A joker, a cello player, programer, Star Wars fan, and more!

\\// / My friend live long and prosper, you are

This poem is about: 
Me

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