What if real life is what happens after 0s and 1s are planted in cloudy, fertile soil? Soil that is weightless, tasteless, clean? Your body is merely a delivery system for sweet precious data. Your blood is weak tea. Your content is meat and veg and apple pie à la mode. Eat up, World!
You are invisible on land, but in the cumulus and nimbus you are immortal royalty. Upload! Behold! We are all so very exposed. Rejoice!
Semi-Daily Scribbles 
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