mathematics
I'm deprived in the way that I have some sort of one-sided affair with fresh air, and that the people and the factories and the slaving units of labour are killing him slowly with gaining enough of a livelihood to make their own romance. In other words, Tn = (a+[n-1]d) is more useful than my inherent ability to love, because it achieves something that I can't.
posted by enveloping @ 11:22 PM
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