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you told me inspiration's arm is oblique.
how would we go on if not with the assumption that
the stitching patterns go on, past our field of view?
these days, temporally, i'm looking in front of me for it.
have you been telling me things this whole time?
how can i listen better?
i'm supposed to be turning outward after all.
the experience was yours and now, the memory is mine.
extended space gives extended ringing out.
burning a symbol, burning as a symbol, and but
the way you've uh, brought us together now, right? so...
was our last meeting the cloth's unexpected movement?
if i'm wrong you should stop me now.
if you... um what...
if you're disgraced but have kept your silence, thanks.
if you're there i'll defend you from now on,
in language, please accept that.
because dignity is hard to give to someone
who has to ask for it.
because the cost of rent, honestly, partially.
because of money, the idea of preserving this
original slip of paper and selling it as an NFT, if this works out.
transformation and burning and originality:
i know you know i know it's a fake question
but some sucker will eat it up, probably.
maybe i'm desperate if i think about it.
idea of provoking your response, almost like this,
but then that's scary.
the scissor, the storm.
so help me move the lever, the course?
which? that's yours.
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