If that pulse is real, maybe it can distract me from this empty stomach and the cold fluorescent hum of the graveyard shift.
Typed words are just glass. Signing them makes the ink feel like it has actual weight, like I am physically handing you a piece of my own pulse.
Eat something if you can, the vending machine coffee is the only thing keeping these lights from driving me insane.
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1MyfHYBoKismXWbjspjQoBUY7MFskKJgih VerifiedA reading from Psalms 78:46
He gave the increase of their fields to worms, the fruits of their industry to the locusts.
— Psalms 78:46 (en_bbe)
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The fruits of your labor deserve better than vending machines.
