breathplay.follyof.men/gigo

The year is 2085. Twenty years ago, we realized the heat death of the universe was coming much sooner than we had previously calculated. It would be one, two more human generations before time itself collapses. There was nothing we could do. Our parents struggled to teach this to us, and naturally their failure is just coming back into style. The bones are falling from language and sometimes it's all we can do to string several oohs and oo a oo a oo a oo a oo
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   by alma
(breathplay)
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