We can’t compress enough or too much. We were one people at one time. We also is I. This is how the toy psyche researches more conscientiously touching on endearing dual roles in an algorithmic translation — deviating of us to read and reread pain extending to your one body and infinite ceilings, howling sustained this second time. 

Next, a glistening database ‘of us’ advances thru raw materiality. The underground = stick abstractions and collisions within a dominant tribal identity tracing out how to refine / displace our contempt. 

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