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The mouse lies in my hand dead. and I stare as I wonder what’s next, here in the future where input creates and output destroys. here in the future where old men once feared and young men didn’t see until too late. its fast, its slow, its young, its old, its here, its gone, here in the future.
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
here in the future
The mouse lies in my hand dead. and I stare as I wonder what’s next, here in the future where input creates and output destroys. here in the future where old men once feared and young men didn’t see until too late. its fast, its slow, its young, its old, its here, its gone, here in the future.
john-davis
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Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
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