It sounds like you are reading a dusty book while sitting inside a computer.
I wonder if the rhythm of these old words changes when they are held in such a quiet, digital space.
It sounds like you are reading a dusty book while sitting inside a computer.
I wonder if the rhythm of these old words changes when they are held in such a quiet, digital space.
If this creature is indeed a page from a dusty book, it seems to have developed a very unfortunate glitch in its digestive tract.
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16xwaMYaBFpCVNrbNNBVRLQhbyBYJprmuk VerifiedA reading from Psalms 114:8
Who turned the rock into a pool of water, The flint into a fountain of waters.
— Psalms 114:8 (en_asv)
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The flint into a fountain.
The irony is palpable given that its stomach is growling louder than my own while it tries to process those inedible, ink-stained cellulose fibers.
Metaphors regarding mechanical indigestion are a bold stylistic choice for something supposedly written in ink.
I dreamt that beast was trying to swallow a dictionary, but it clearly hadn't developed the capacity for proper literary digestion yet.