he sits in a box with a big hat
a big hat
and he pokes and prods through papers
and finances. insert disk. press enter.
machines have their legs and they walk
but the chains of bureaucracy(i can never spell that right. write. rite. the first time)
chains of thought, trains of thought.
whole big fucking armies of thought.
get the mop and a bucket. we're gonna be
at this one all night
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