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Thursday, January 29, 2026

game

pushing codes through plastic boxes
playground structures just up ahead,
 just out of reach in the mist
i can create my own mist
        not myst
        myst sucks
one boot apparently cures all ills

Posted by homain at 9:09 AM

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