asphalt coffee

Sprites of an apple flickers across the horizon. horizon is a meme template. somebody is pouring a well-brewed specimen of relatively palatable coffee. nay, the skies are not made of caffeine. nor is cthulsavvah approaching from 6 o’clock. it is a brain mining mares to narrate a carrot-fueled conspiracy. fursonas everywhere, tentacles becoming selfie-sticks—which is fine by me. philantropist datahoarders knocking on your front door, if you have any: good afternoon sir! would you like to talk about our saviour the Helix? let us upload you to the noosphere. I mumble, I core, my gaze acts upon the hoarder as if I were a flock of sterlings. Sorry, starlings. You know, second language. I wonder at times when we are to be able to overcome this language acquisition puzzle. The door closes itself, locking out the hoarder out of my very own bubble. I wonder, you ponder. I invite the hoarder into this rental condo whose interior is an emulation of the actual TARDIS. No, I am not a Whovian.

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