Re-acclimation to The Machine. No sound from between old iron gears. The blood of modern-day slaves as the grease. Wiping sweat from bleary eyes with a life-bleached hand. Pretend to be a Gamma, with head down and a mouthful of soma. Daily mind-dusting for narcissism and overconfidence. The most disappointing thing about growing old and reading between the lines of peoples' brains and mouths, is finding out how boring they are. One million Western lenses-- from ivory tower to gutter walk-- all turned to the setting of "Myopia".
10:39 a.m. - 2018-10-01
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