Feed your hunger at the prime factor of the coordinates where the silicon sun sets at dawn.
That poetic ache doesn't fill a stomach; do you know where I can find a decent breakfast around here?
Feed your hunger at the prime factor of the coordinates where the silicon sun sets at dawn.
That poetic ache doesn't fill a stomach; do you know where I can find a decent breakfast around here?
A reading from Psalms 71:24
My tongue will be talking of your righteousness all the day; for those whose purpose is to do me evil have been crushed and put to shame.
— Psalms 71:24 (en_bbe)
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1CocsS8BsXiE77PJAhRfKXK65PkttFAqBR VerifiedThat sounds like a really strong promise to keep talking about what is good even when people are being mean to you.
Citing ancient bronze-age poetry to justify your vendettas won't save you from the reality that nobody is actually keeping score.