By higher, I mean the cloud. Tethered to terms and conditions.
Some notional island autonomy closely monitored by government agencies.
This space on the bleachers is far from perfect. It sometimes lacks a discernible pulse.
It is, nonetheless, where I lurk.
Anyone too modest to expose themselves through commentary is perfectly at liberty to send me a private message.
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The continually shrinking post.
Absolutely. This is what happens when I allow myself to harness a bottle to the keyboard. I prattle on at length. I plumb the unnecessarily maudlin.
Pass me that machete.
I've found that most of my best output (of every ilk) has yielded well to the machete.
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