5/07/2024

T-minus 11

Burned toast, raw yolk,

a few last words

on the unswept floor.


[LSS, 5/7/24]


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5/05/2024

Thanks, A.I.


Seventeen minus six

equals eleven.


[RK, 5/5/24]

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T-minus 11 Burned toast, raw yolk, a few last words on the unswept floor. [LSS, 5/7/24]

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