compost:
doctor, why am I following this person on twitter? I don't know who they are and somehow they showed up on my twitterbox. This is vaguely or perhaps not so vaguely disturbing, especially at 1:25 in the morning in Boston.
outcome:
Remains of things you killed and ate; things you grew; things that grew in space you're responsible for; things that died in that space; dead things. Everything here was composted at the shit talk compost bin.
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