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its the middle of the night, nothing to do, making some strong black coffee really what am I thinking :goodtea:
 
this social network thing is getting out of control.....
 
Planes I'm hoppin
Cars I'm droppin'
No shop can fill me up
there's a little black hole in my golden cup,
so you pour and I say stop.
 

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A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?