"it is not made of mud and
cannot dream of returning to dust.
our best machines are made of sunshine"
-d. haraway.
cannot dream of returning to dust.
our best machines are made of sunshine"
-d. haraway.
I must be me, I'm in my head
Black birds are circling my bed
I must be me, I must be me
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