{ The logbook breaks. Anyone is already there enough to not require annotation in the ledgers outside of the private servers, so that they will not be sorted improperly. / Anyway, we get around to drinking lye. Sun is struggling to scratch away the dew from piles of skin where delight in us said to have taken place. Snow bubbles big as a stadium, inside of all of them the band playing the last hymns legally written. / I put my hand under my chin to try to force me to look up into the eyes of who’s been watching but I can’t bring myself to be so kind to me. Nothing but lather. } { By the time there is another term for marking index-leather, to be paid, I can no longer locate the point from which the blood of ink can be let out of a cadaver. Will have to revert to memorizing. }
Third paragraph: Dear dad, I tried to find you in the piles again but there were already so many who had the same stabwounds, like the Leader’s, and all the teeth had been removed. I believed for a while there was one hole that had the same breath as yours (beeswax, plums) but that guy’s cock was still intact. I promise I’ll keep looking. I’ll have my revenge soon enough, now that there is more than enough time for everything. Love, Derik
[ I n t h e v I e w f I n d e r : p I g s f a r a s a n I d c o u l d b r e a t h e I n ] OK == clearly the data must be called upon again another time to remonstrate with actual knowledge retained by cylinders tonight alone enough to break
Culled because you weren’t able to parse the recognition maps enough in time to locate safety zones within your own outdated memories to find somewhere to huddle from the bloodfarms as they sought the honey for their crops; a drop of rouge in every mind just wild enough to want to imagine one could live for; it really does a number on a row of mush, I mean the profits per registration are unbelievable, it’s almost a crime to not; moreso, tho: Culled without proposition
“How do you mean?” I mean by the time there’s means to distinguish the necessary points of emphasis the damage will have long already been done; as without the damage there’s no meaning, by definition; don’t you agree? “Yes” Should I believe you or should I see to it that you drown in the same form as you began? Obviously it’s not a fair question; or obviously you’re never going to answer it. I’ll answer it for you: Culled [patient was dim]
Problem is there’s not much room left. We’ve set our limits and we will abide them. Overflow production can be assigned to dump drawers in the blue brain’s eating area, for they are never sated. We believe we understand how to control it, therefore no fear of being overcome, though of course this is how the present administration initialized its fundamental mechanism, and why this correlation between corrections now must end
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