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chatting faces lit by lens glare, a sentence ending prompts a takeaway. flare of the IF isn't seen there, no knowledge of the observer's pay. people laughing at sitcoms in the evening often act out in front of the camera. when there's none they start modeling, pretending they know James Cameron. we've become the same Pamela's as Andersons. silence in the living room, we still act out. fire in the kitchen, no change in a person; food's smoking, sending signals that pout. called security but they knew already, that the front lawn didn't mow itself. and the missus told'im don't be petty, but he's gonna talk to an Elf on the Shelf. the elf says, "everyone glances my way and although my eye is quite bright they don't see the glint in my eyesight now ask me what have we caught today" so the man pulls out his SD card, ready to make his decision, and realizes we all look at the camera, even when we don't know it's there. and we're all born in a land of televisions televisions, televisions. we're all born in televisions, televisions.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC
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chatting faces lit by lens glare, a sentence ending prompts a takeaway. flare of the IF isn't seen there, no knowledge of the observer's pay. people laughing at sitcoms in the evening often act out in front of the camera. when there's none they start modeling, pretending they know James Cameron. we've become the same Pamela's as Andersons. silence in the living room, we still act out. fire in the kitchen, no change in a person; food's smoking, sending signals that pout. called security but they knew already, that the front lawn didn't mow itself. and the missus told'im don't be petty, but he's gonna talk to an Elf on the Shelf. the elf says, "everyone glances my way and although my eye is quite bright they don't see the glint in my eyesight now ask me what have we caught today" so the man pulls out his SD card, ready to make his decision, and realizes we all look at the camera, even when we don't know it's there. and we're all born in a land of televisions televisions, televisions. we're all born in televisions, televisions.
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Dec 8, 2025
Dec 8, 2025 at 3:02 AM UTC
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