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Wallpapered..
Fair-trade attention to details
Hashtagged free-range grass-fed and otherworldliness terms
Left foot right foot tangles, tongue itchy tickles, to breathe to say, and found oneself, stranding….
On a prison shelf, stored with the masses, as human as ashes.
Humaine leftovers, logistical answers, my inventory.
Strong wifi: 100 headbites per second, Chinese snacks: 100 ratfights per human. But who’s counting souls burning? Easy calculations at hand, the left one, that doesn’t type well on stalking devices, what a shame.. my coordination to sustain, a proper unfollowing.
And the circus remains.