With my read/write head I polish away traces of happines
s from my palate. It is the apple that I must erase from
my teeth. My happiness is to format my life with such se
ctors that neither skins nor meats shall touch my platte
r. My happiness is to rip and tear that flesh from bones
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^>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>n. That spirit would and will engrave my ivories with on
^^ es and 0's then my teeth will be assembled. It is becaus
^^ e of this that I say, "children, brush daily and you wil
^^ l be a saint saved from silver and silicon branding." Th
^^ is will save your bytes from being rewritten and you can
^^ eat off the platter but leave no trace of earthly desire.
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