Personal Poem
Every day I become more like me.
I’m about to be killed, right?
damaged persons never forgive(n) - ?
More on this theme later.
Your money will run out before
your life, making suicide
unnecessary. In the mean time,
don’t touch me I’m radioactive
with a half-ass life
60 million years.
Ruminations on the surveillance state
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"I just want you to know," said worker A, his tone uncharacteristically
formal, "that cameras with audio have been installed in the building."
Lilith and...
14 hours ago

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