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title: Houses |
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published: 2018-12-04 |
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i sit in my *house*. my *home*. my little corner of reality. i have everything i use on a daily basis here, i have all of my things. its comfy and its mine. |
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i decide i wanna talk to my friend lunar, so i go to my window, and i send out a bunch of numbers. they fly to his house, say they're from me, tell him what i want. later lunar sends back his own numbers: |
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> "howdy chief" |
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we go like back and forth like this all night. |
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### interlude |
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i need some code. i send some numbers to my other room, the one across the world. they take my key and get in the front door, and send back my old things. |
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these things? they're just numbers. |
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numbers and logic and magic, creations of my own, spurred on by thousands of conversations, numbers sent out, blips in the dark. |
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### interlude |
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and all night and all day we send out our numbers, our blips |
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we seek those like us |
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we shape our identity, our unique series of blips and bloops |
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we live on as long as we're heard, as long as we get numbers back. |
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thats all we can do |
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thats all we want |
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lets all love lain. |
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` ~*blip*~` |
