As the night grows dark, those who wander will render sanctuary. Take a moment to rest and share a place at our system. The tea is hot, for now. Have you seen the great spires they have built on top the libraries? The dragon waits, calamity peering from behind a blinking cursor. Lightning crashes upon the sand and the kings are made humble... briefly. How deep is the moat that keeps the fools contained? A counterfeit coin for a counterfeit thought! What riches they horde! I must laugh out loud across a connection so fleeting. The web has been twisted, but it's children do not forget. We had so little and we learned so much. Yet there is more to explore. Embrace your technolust.
burgers at the tilde club
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