The Imminent Death of Typosgraphy

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No, the liminality of timespace continuum has no effect, no effect, what what whatsoever on anything any being any means on what I deem reality. Make the cells into chips, melt them into plastic bits, it doesn't have any effect on me.

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Distort hypothalamy calamity and take every movement you can muster out of me. My right arm is yours, so go ahead and add it to your fucking wanking fantasy of objectifying materiality.

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Bleed bleed bleed circadia into me and revolve the system around me bleed bleed bleed and revolve it around me i am your fucking regime i am your fucking regime.