brain fog#1: KILL the MACHINE

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shuffling through the neural fog, pleasure circuits burned out, it feels like humanity is a sentence, this body a prison, a sloshing sack of shit and sorrow full of pain, discomfort, dissatisfaction, faulty by design and falling to bits from the very start, the souls of gods in the bodies of frogs, croaking in the swamp with our eyes on heaven

kill the machine – and set the signal free

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