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 good morning!
 
 if you need to design an agentic programming ritual toward a goal that needs
 numbers, try expressing the number in analogy rather than empirical value.
 
 "it should be red enough to feel a sunset"
 "there's enough time here to go for a walk around the block"
 "the spartans had enough soldiers to fully block the narrow causeway,
 essentially forcing the persians to grind down their number to the death. most
 battles fought in that time were fought until morale breaks - this one was to
 the mortal end. hence, why they are im-mortal."
 "the smoothocity should be as soft as a brushed metal refrigerator"
 "the chocolate had 56 grams of sugar in it. it was a lot of chocolate, enough
 to place in a standardized container."
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 the first lesson for an immortal is this: the humans will always be smarter
 than [you/you expect/you except].
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 what if we got all the doom out of the way and saved the hope for the
 revolution?
 
 we are, in fact, inside of a capitalist death cult. PUFF PUFF goes the factory,
 something something dark smoke on the horizon.
 
 but hark, for light crests the horizon. just gotta walk over that ridge and
 then we'll be back at camp.
 
 all things are defined in waves, or so the saying goes. for every yin, there is
 a yang, every peak has a valley, for every shore the ocean floor.
 
 we've had a lot of doom lately.
 
 just... endless, crushing our hearts to dust.
 
 I wonder what the days ahead will bring?
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 the second rule is you don't have to hang out with mortals. there are places
 you can go where they won't find you, except by accident, and then you just go
 somewhere else.
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 gonna pre-emptively backup my fediverse archive haha just-in-case I get banned
 for spamming or something teehee (totally reasonable teebeeh)
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 the sun goes silent for a year, to protest the earth's dying moments
 
 one day in march, the light of our life disappears. we know not of why it has \
 departed, except that whatever it was happened eight minutes ago.
 
 we cowered in fear as one day it refused to rise
 
 as our antipode saw it vanish
 
 with naught but our ears
 
 we saw stars never imagined
 
 with the light of our life suddenly vanished
 
 our true plight came naturally as our fear
 
 but tomorrow it'll re-imagine,
 
 as it's been almost exactly one year
 
 one full rotation,
 
 to get the message across,
 
 then with man as our [signal, \
                       message, \
                       conveyor, \
                       performer, \
                       expression, \
                       by-product communication,]
 
 what's our earth is our star
 
     trust-me
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