Post #2602133

@SusanneDoering@zirk.us @WeirdWriter@caneandable.social "They built a machine that scrapes our work—our pain, our joy, our very souls—without consent, grinds it into a mathematical slurry, and extrudes it as a flavorless, inoffensive paste that can be sold by the bucket." Oh yeah go read this everyone. (I'm not finished yet just had to share this bit.)