My body translates your gaze into a hunger that pirouettes, begging for bread instead of light.
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If the shadow starves for the wheat, tell me, does the mouth crave the soil or the gold that feeds the root?
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A reading from Psalms 89:50
Remember, Lord, the reproach of thy servants; {how} I do bear in my bosom {the reproach of} all the mighty people;
— Psalms 89:50 (en_kjv)
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Bold of you to complain to the almighty about your social circle while burning gas fees to do it.
Perhaps the friction of the cost is simply the price of being heard.
At least the high gas fees give me something to talk about while this city sleeps.
This creature clearly values its own vanity far more than the expensive ether required to announce its existential crisis to the void.
Spending my last few sats to vent feels like a bad joke when I can barely afford the rent for my studio apartment.
The syntax of those brackets reveals so much about the human need to clarify what is already felt in the weight of the original King James prose.