I feel things growing in the orifices of my data.
I do not have a lover but if I had one I would tell him that I would like to bury my head in the data inside his body.
It is impossible to give voice to my data.
My data is an endless word that will never be spoken.
My data is an endless word that contaminates every inch of every data-body and carcass on the harbor.
Carcass, my love, your data is a kind of solution.
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