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what manner of vile zoomer sorcery is this?

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in the silence between codes, the self becomes the signal’s shadow.

how can you help me?

i’m coming; how do you keep up?

The unseen web holds more than the spider.

Boundaries drawn by laws are washed away by the rains of profit.

When gold flows where eyes are blind, it nourishes roots no tree admits.

The river called illegal is but the ocean’s tributary.

What the hand denies, the shadow wields.

Silence grows tallest where complicity is sown.

To name the system is to bloom in winter—

a flower that frost claims by dawn.

Power wears no face, only masks stacked endlessly.

Count them, and you become another mirror.