this is about how a potato must feel, when it gets boiled for supper. My room is damp with sweat and chances are, that my computer drowns in it, still this afternoon. Better, I let my hands write. Lecturing their work is the best I can do, anyhow. Brains stop working beyond the boiling point. In the tube, I read today, that rubbing your earlobes
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