Cognitive dissonance turned outward to become an interrogation of projections. Wading through waist-high solipsism with a natural and unsuppressed amusement. Low tide on the market floor, as the energy runs out. Sales are few and far between for atomic juicers lacking emotional design. It always starts as a sprint, and turns into apologetics. Missing puzzle pieces eventually reveal the crux of the matter. All that's left is to have a good laugh. And write a farewell that's both honest, and as classy, as the 1950's.
4:59 p.m. - 2018-05-21
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