The question mark takes it into consideration. Makes it a serious quest(ion).
Back from work. There’s light, there’s air, there’s company. Artificial, artificial, artificial.
There’s stuff to do. But I won’t do it. It’s either neither or both, which makes the (s)hook of the head turn (out) in the right direction. Not sinister, not this time. There’s intelligence going artificial. Still.
There’s more(s). An awful lot. Can one be less free than within the more and more of free-dom? And shouldn’t there be in(tro)verted commas on that one? Okay, crooked.. enough, I follow. There should be some more.
There’s a 'happy' meal to try to eat, my head chop-chopper reminds me. Not merry, not this time. At l(e)ast.
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There's thoughts parking. Indicating.. right..? I keep me company. Caution indicated.
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