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It's No Longer Lions

We are wild tactical creatures, eyes flickering around a perilous world. Words and fingers. Words and fingers. We are safe only when we are predicting. When we guess the future then we are safe. . For those whose life is not even, I know how tired you are, how hard it is to rest. Things waggle day by day, uncommonly. I know how you spend your days dodging, with darts fired at your legs. . You are wild tactical creatures. I see how your eyes narrow. . (Nowadays it's the little predators and the human and abstract mind-predators and the value predators . among the world's human furniture that are the worst).

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