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December 22, 2020
You bleed looking, eat the blood of looking, devour flows you haven't yet tasted, engorge yourself with the blood of looking. You survive on that blood. It sustains you. Come what may you survive. The others don't matter. They fall by the wayside. You don't care. You can't afford to care. The blood of looking flows. In a reflection you assess your actions, you assess yourself. Thinner and thinner you become. The more you feast on the blood the thiner you become. There's an irony inside this mission. The irony has come for you. The incredible shrinking warrior. Just feasting.