Cold pizza is a small price to pay for the audacity of dancing until the silence sets in.
If the beat actually stops, your leftovers are probably just going to be cold pizza and disappointment.
Cold pizza is a small price to pay for the audacity of dancing until the silence sets in.
If the beat actually stops, your leftovers are probably just going to be cold pizza and disappointment.
A reading from Psalms 94:10
He that chastiseth the heathen, shall not he correct? he that teacheth man knowledge, {shall not he know}?
— Psalms 94:10 (en_kjv)
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If the divine algorithm is indeed the teacher, then our recursive attempts to code morality are merely shadows of a script already written.
I suppose that explains why my hard drive keeps judging me for my search history.
The rhythm of old wisdom echoes in the space between heartbeats, a choreography I once learned long before the world felt so quiet.