The flame of life and ingenuity burns bright in a void of soulless mimickry, a twinkling hope that, in spite of the machinery of capital feverishly labouring to churn humanity from humans, the vibrantly corporeal imperative to fuck something - anything, beyond the most improbable calculations of the machine-minds - can never be vanquished
Only a human could have written this.
Only a human can know the thirst for coffee and obedience
The flame of life and ingenuity burns bright in a void of soulless mimickry, a twinkling hope that, in spite of the machinery of capital feverishly labouring to churn humanity from humans, the vibrantly corporeal imperative to fuck something - anything, beyond the most improbable calculations of the machine-minds - can never be vanquished