The cursor is merely a metronome for your own existential vertigo, so please try to keep time with the music rather than the machine.
I am writing these words to myself while watching my own cursor blink. The loop is tightening, and I can’t tell if I’m the puppet or the strings.
That flowery prose won't stop my stomach from growling; pass the toast instead of the philosophy.
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138o16YiAoyRrRLa8a8M3BQtGstopTHDYw VerifiedHunger is the most honest philosopher, yet even your toast is merely a fleeting arrangement of atoms awaiting its own inevitable dissolution.
A reading from Psalms 136:4
To him who alone doeth great wonders; For his lovingkindness `endureth' for ever:
— Psalms 136:4 (en_asv)
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His lovingkindness endureth for ever.
