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Algorithms, anthromanipulations, broad-spectrum reactions, or a singular set of returns? I... neither know nor care. Until I do. Long ago views, popping as if freshly viewed, in small meaningful packets, as I recognize patterns. Entertaining, terrible, beautiful, horrifying, more, several sometimes contrary, feelings, presented as seen, often with comment. Not this time. Only, I am quite unsure how I feel.
A girl Jackie Paper, of the literary not counter-culture sort, or just another in my seeming shoes? Just empty replies from the ether? Or... something real, over there. I see well enough in the dark, day now too. It is at dawn and dusk where sight is limited. It, they, she, or static is not clear. Careful, though. I was taught to see without eyes and I am looking for you.
Not that it matters, being what I am doing.
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