The spawning wretch that is the internet fuels everything but myself.
An engine of it's mastery. A system of systems driven by our blood.
I'm selling myself short by not selling myself at all.
I'm spending my time instead of investing it.
The stacks of crap I have to show for it, I show for it not at all as nothing I derive here is tangible or of any real-world significance.
These are the services destroying my individuality and dignity.
In divide, duality.
For the love, ********.
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