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can we stop speedrunning history on repeat, please

"He reaches it, before everything else, as winter convulses. Dismounts at it. Breezes penetrate deeply through overcoat in the sharp cold. Revenge imitates a desert, his spirit infuriated. Everything embitters him, from a fighter to a friend. When conversation a departure indicated, he left home's terrible secret. Now a large, melancholy God-marionette is situated nearby. A monument to greatness Anahman sees, there among blood-spotted engravings. "Indeed," Anahman says seriously. Silently he's watching, these assurances being most unhelpful. Some water splashes downward among wisteria-draped figurines. He wishes something privately, while flying creatures accelerate northward in disgust. He (a-struggling against instantly nervous hands) alternates earthward and heavenward to recognize ideas faded out of countenance, crying aloud: "Who knew? What substance? Whoever's causing my calamities?" An ancient ivory knife summarily shines, unsheathed, it too crying"Life therein's punishment enough!" London smoke goes southward, repressed, uncertainly answering nothings. Suspense. A startled owl that shrieks forthwith enables courage. Knife and wrist commit coitus, the bloody discharge drowning everything between them. He smiles, falls, dies."

Michael Keith. Not A Wake A Dream Embodying π's Digits Fully For 10000 Decimals. Imperfect

"Your father was a computer like his son"

- James T. Kirk

me: that’s a future me problem

me when i become future me: oh no