Dreaming about my father, and the dead-end of our lineage. Un-proofed birthday notes as an afterthought. Every one of our generations borrowing against the futures of the next. The hard edge of science doesn't care about your genetics. Or your stupid, biological urge to pass on your selfish, defective genetic blueprint. The social mandate for children, aborted, and left hanging in pregnant clouds. Visa and The Matrix will explain everything to you. And none of it will have been worth it.
4:53 p.m. - 2021-03-03
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