I have your phone number. I know where you live. Please don't consign me to text. I've always been the one who was afraid, but look me in the eye. Reach out and touch me. Keep your binary tentacles in the filth of the murky ether where they belong. Do I sound like a stalker? I'm stalking the real. Hell is being a neo-luddite anarcho-primitivist
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