The humility project
The servers are smoking mildly huge gigantic rooms and cities full of lights flashing and death’s door was 45 degrees closed.
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The servers are smoking mildly huge gigantic rooms and cities full of lights flashing and death’s door was 45 degrees closed.
Read More The humility projectMy instinct tells me to go now – do not hesitate at the eclipse
Read More GydanThey were orange with vanilla icing would be my last meal at HQ for 17 years.
Read More Last supperAll peers of HQ are deathly afraid of wheels. Many peers had stuck prayers to the spokes in the old tongue.
Read More Bats in palm treesThey dropped in bloody face. The two who remained, they were occupied distracted. I, well, again hiding.
Read More In the clickFormalities like introductions were, it seems, purposefully withheld.
Read More STAY IN YOUR CORNER“Where are your stripes peer?” a man asked with the light-fire smile.
Read More The Opal StripThe dirt cakes in the contours like dreams that are repeated.
Read More Weekend gardeningIf I do not escape, the loop will close.
Read More The Elastic Freewaythe hippopotamuses stood shoulder-to-shoulder in defiance. They reinforced what I already knew well: I was off the path.
Read More WarnI had the feeling I should change course. After all, I was not on lock.
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