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ab come alive

2026-06-09

my thing is i pour a bucket of water into what's inanimate and expect it to animate i buy an abacus for Ab and expect it to iterate Ab is intangible and i expect her to come alive Ab hold my hand let's live a life Ab do you know what it takes to survive? Ab come on come alive Ab come on come alive Ab come on come alive Ab take this abacus and let's read Albert Camus i'll even take you to see camels hell we'll smoke a pack call it afternoon and be done with that

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