Oh woe is me. Up, Up, Up, I soared in my hubris, ever reaching to grasp this wretched 6.3 that hung just out of reach, never noticing as the sun softened the wax that bound the XXs which gave me flight, until they were lost, fluttering uselessly in the void of cyberspace.
Without my XXs like Icarus I come tumbling down into a sea of anonymity. Drowning, I can only lament the foolishness and greed that cost me my identity.