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Dear god
I hate the way
poetry
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But in the din of the age of algorithm
walking computations
airwaves, soundwaves, lightwaves
decisions based on enconomy
and calories from fat
we are more than we have even been:
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It is friday, noon-thiry, and I'm ready for a beer. Or eight ( Read more... ) -
Food
(Writing down for future reference before I forget ( Read more... ) -
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Faux fur is expensive as fuck, eh?
