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The haiku’s first line
Wish to miss monotony
Subjugate freely

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Also, nothing is infinitely recyclable on account of entropy.

When you realize that without omniscience, it is all trial and error.

Another idea for a biographical tripe essay I may or may not end up writing (once they’re finished in my head there isn’t much difference): A Middle Aged Suburban White Boy’s Guide to Emollient Anime for an Existential Crisis

I’m still trying to wrap my head around an exclusionary democracy. I guess, once you make the cut, you’re enfranchised. I guess you simplify the sorting by conflating religion, race and citizenship. All you need are sides I guess, and a way to force fuckers to choose.

Oh, bless your little heart, Tom Rogers. ‘A’ for effort, I guess. Time to switch to anime.

When David Corn has finally asked the right question, three and a half years after you’d asked it (and two some years after you’d answered it).

When you realize the most accurate measurement of intelligence is taken while the subject is interpreting, not while they are projecting, things within the shared reality.

Seems to be snowing on #MorningJoe this morning, so many snowflakes.

When you’re choosing between being the asshole that hasn’t bothered checking cross post platforms for the past year to see whether anyone engaged and being the asshole cross posting for the past year without a single engagement.

Donald Trump didn’t do that to this country, we did it to ourselves mister pass the buck.

Some clarification for my imaginary stragglers on this post:

Another way one might have chosen to layout this particular text:

When there’s a haiku
That is not worth mentioning
Stuck inside your head

The youngest children have already died of malnutrition.

When there’s a haiku that is not worth mentioning stuck inside your head

I wonder what the split screen would look like for conservatives were it possible to glimpse a world in which the Lincoln Project had pivoted, as I’d posited three years ago, away from the politics-as-usual media op that specializes in gotcha-theater (entirely fruitless within a dual reality democracy) into the Lincoln Party… as a way to, you know, provide representation for all the Earth One conservatives currently sans.

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