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The kingdom of rust : part 2
A child, no older than six, with cogs for eyes and a voice like a broken music box. "They’re making more of us," the child said. "But they don’t wind us up right."
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A child, no older than six, with cogs for eyes and a voice like a broken music box. "They’re making more of us," the child said. "But they don’t wind us up right."
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I love figs. I eat several fresh ones, right off the tree every day. And go around handing a bag of them out to the village regularly. They're such an incredibly versatile foodstuff too.
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The greatest teacher , mother, father and entire village I ever had… He tought me how to fly. I love you buddy, And I always will.
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I’ve only been there a week… And I’ve noticed a very clear pattern on the selection of notes and posts here.
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The Kid was born in the wrong year—1979, the last gasp of a dying world. By the time he was five, the year 1984 wasn’t just a number. It was a warning.
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Hi, I'm applying for the position of Minister of BPO affairs! Could you direct me to your governments gathering of defunct cabinets please? What does that mean you say? Well...
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The human was strolling around his village. He had just finished another cappucino while listening to some confused tourists performing their Abilene paradox ritual, that they were proficient at.
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Building a Decentralized, Community-Driven Future that teaches cooperation by itself... because it could be baked into it , in stead of made specifically to disrupt it.
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The problems we are facing as humanity are not about technology , and won't be fixed with newer technology. It's about how the humans talk about technology , and believe most of it magically.
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Around here we're all about helping each other out... So we're sharing a local newsletter about the things we could go do this month if anybody needs to relax or get together with real people.
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It's a warm sunny morning with a refreshing zephir in the air betraying a hint of the sea that can be seen as a sliver on the horizon through the vista of the trees... in the shadow of which...