i like fun games
as simple as
grass,
metal rode,
and lime stone,
one hundred clicks hide and seek,
you name it.
i mean all the
collective and
non competitive
taoistic without static
and unpleasant statistics
or tantra
'entrant et sortant' games.
nowadays,
gain of function,
simulacra and simulation,
meditation's framework,
corporation weed
and meet production rhetoric,
trophies for profit,
i mean being
pushed and incarnated into
playing the nash video game,
melinda and bill are playing together
for a while;
except they get an equilibrium,
i get none.
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