The worse thing to come along, ever, is when Brainfart turns against you. Sheeeeeee-it. It's not Utility anymore. You've lost the meme that wasn't a JPG anymore, wasn't timestamped font. You, the fount. Of data. Fount Dracula, they should call thee. Because you'd rather draw blood out of a story than from any living human being's Road. When "meme" was mere Thought exchanged to another, was not a photography programmed to stay still in a massively emitted Place.
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