your computer literally consumes you one microgram of dried flesh at a time. given the fullness of time it might, eventually, have as much of you sliding and slithering between its moving parts as anything else - what really dwells in the heart of a well-worn laptop? you are, after all, what you eat. and only one meal has ever been offered.
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in reply to @bruno's post:
I've sacrificed cookies! I hope the crumbs will please the high-K metal gods.
Afraid to turn the altar upside down, I might get smitten
noticing a large volume of posters who appear to be harnessing some kind of brundlefly phenomenon by typing around their cats to discuss being a cat-person online
