one of the more linear dreams i've had (as if line determines shape determines overall- clarity of thought determines like what like intelligence
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apparently, electronics, at their very best human, need to stop functioning at some point in the kind of heat that dries even sweat. electronics, at their least best human, do not sweat. stop everything, stop it all, my children, stop everything and let's go to the beach.
i'm a fucking semantic contradiction. a palindrome that fails to live up to itself, that has neither words nor letters nor spaces between to even begin to read me backwards. semantics won't even touch me anymore.