could someone compile this for me

[andreasaspenberg]

what i want it for is none of your concern but it is only for local use. i can not compile it myself because i do not have time to spend years at a school just to learn it. it is in rar format because this website does not support its own format so just unrar it.

 

[Dr Super Good]

We cannot compile it unless we know what language the file is and no one will touch your file unless you tell us what it is.

 

[andreasaspenberg]

there is no information on what language it is in. i asked for help because i can not compile stuff myself. it is in tar.gz format but i used rar to pack it because that format is not supported here.

 

[Dr Super Good]

i asked for help because i can not compile stuff myself.

Neither can anybody else compile it since they have no idea what compilers to use because...

there is no information on what language it is in.

Without such information it is impossible to even consider compiling.

it is in tar.gz format but i used rar to pack it because that format is not supported here.

Not a problem as 7-zip supports all that. The problem is we have no idea of the contents because you are not describing it at all.

 

[andreasaspenberg]

i am not a programmer so i can not explain source code. i do not know anything about what language it is in. you keep asking for information that i do not have instead of trying to find it yourself.

 

[IcemanBo]

I luckily found out it is the rarely used poem compiler. It was a bit tricky because they used an outdated version patched by some russian guy, but this is the output:

Spectacula Rerum

There is a tiny world we often dislocate,
Outright ignore,
And sometimes completely recreate.
This world is all around us,
An abstract notion, curious and chorused.
Praised and forgotten.

It is the embers of a cigarette,
Playing wistfully in the shade of night.
It is the joy of watching someone you love,
Knowing they love you back.
It is the morning, or evening,
You’ll never have again,
In the company of best friends.

It is the joy of coming home to your dog,
Every single day.

It is the moment you spend alone,
Content in silence - unaware of time,
As it slowly moves along.
It is the pattern of spilt paint,
The web of broken glass,
It’s the rising of the sun,
And the beauty of a full moon.

It is the sheet of a cloudless night-time sky,
Sprinkled by stars.

It is a world you only notice,
When your senses are heightened,
By love for life, and all things therein.

I hope you see how ridiculous this is. But it is a good poem.

you keep asking for information that i do not have instead of trying to find it yourself.

That is just absurd. -- Your file, your problem, your need of help.
I doubt you got this file out of nowhere from heaven and a new life goal to compile it somehow.
If there is nothing you can or want to say then there is nothing much to talk about. ~Cheers~

 

[Geries]

Eri HaKawai - WiiBrew

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By the way I'm having doubts that you have any ideas about what you are doing, and even if someone compiled this for you you'd get nowhere further.

However I'm surprised that this guy is still running amok here.