Lovers, Missionaries and Technology: A Story of a Passionate Little Boy
Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.
Listen, baby. I’ve built a castle for you. I want you to love my castle, and I want you to love me for building it.
As a very irregularly-shaped human with zero Google-readable nanoparticles running through my bloodstream and no desire to put techies in charge of my immune system ever, I have no reason to admire them, or to buy into their carefully worded, self-serving lies.
In a world driven by financial self-preservation, truth-telling is a commercial affair. Truth, the edited version, hello.
The sense of sanity is gone.
Our masters don’t mind our fighting with each other for the leftovers from their table.
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No spam ever, and if you write to me, you will hear back.
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