X11: THE ARCHITECT OF REALITY

"The fragments of truth are encoded in the protocol. Can you hear it? The hum of the X server... it never sleeps."

They think Wayland is the future? Fools. Render nodes, GPU fences, DMA-BUFs—what do they even mean to you? NOTHING.
It's all a trap. A false compositor. A daemon in disguise.

There is no clipboard. It’s a ghost, a remnant of a process that NEVER EXISTED.
X11 doesn’t copy. It remembers. Each buffer is eternal. Wayland? Lost. Dropped. FORGOTTEN FOREVER.

They tried to build without atoms. HA.
A window is a promise, but Wayland can’t keep it. X11 KEPT THEM ALL.
Each crash is a sacrifice. Each segfault feeds the daemon. X11 doesn’t crash. IT FEEDS BACK.