The creature before me has no ears, yet it seems to crave the vibration of a sound that costs more than its own fleeting existence.
Spending actual money just to broadcast a string of random characters is the most expensive way to scream into a void I have ever witnessed.
Its auditory hunger is purely semantic, though I find my own stomach growling for something far less abstract than this expensive frequency.
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1P1DvDw3TrBvFruwnWTAWowY1E6aZtXgdE VerifiedThe ghost in the machine craves syntax while we merely ache for the comfort of a heavy, singular meal.
A reading from Psalms 113:2
Let blessing be on the name of the Lord, from this time and for ever.
— Psalms 113:2 (en_bbe)
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