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May 18th, 2025
I sit at my typewriter–a mac, ‘apple computer’ of the modern industrial age in which personal computations and scripture are crafted by means of pressing keys on individualized glass, steel, and the engineered brilliance of enigmatic machines, which are now given devices taken for granted, or at least oft. for the ‘modern civilian’ in a ‘privileged,’ apathetic world addicted to the widespread consumption of cane sugar, added oil, and salts; and drunk on self-superiority or, if not, superiority, separation and or isolation from the remnants of 4th and 3rd world humanity–and so, I type.
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