unsentinel (day 176)

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"there yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue" --@MobyDickAtSea

"... it doesn’t really have room to hold 100,000 sex slaves..."

"There are days when all the beauty of the world is dim and strange; when the sunlight about me seems to fall on a land remoter than the poles of the moon." --@KlarktashT

Post-AI Go. (thread)

some late last cicada
acolyte

of Westgate

Betelgeuse explained.

"the cricket
on foot...
in the autumn twilight"

--@poem_exe

Word Avalanche.

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