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(He)I’ll free Buchenwald and Belsen eventually Or maybe (I)He’ll lie here Morose as the faces on Mount Rushmore         For the first time I(He) recognized a universal neural network A reserved self programming, algorithmic logic to all things (I)He grinned, an intelligent uniqueness programmed An open circuit on a yin line Nothing is true, everything is permissible A Closed circuit on a yang line I(He) re-enters the cafeteria naked and hungry (I’m)He’s closing in on the Illuminati I Ching hexagram closes on a yang line
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
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(He)I’ll free Buchenwald and Belsen eventually Or maybe (I)He’ll lie here Morose as the faces on Mount Rushmore         For the first time I(He) recognized a universal neural network A reserved self programming, algorithmic logic to all things (I)He grinned, an intelligent uniqueness programmed An open circuit on a yin line Nothing is true, everything is permissible A Closed circuit on a yang line I(He) re-enters the cafeteria naked and hungry (I’m)He’s closing in on the Illuminati I Ching hexagram closes on a yang line
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Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC
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