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it's no more or less self-indulgent than getting out of bed in the morning, and far less self-indulgent than is arrogating to your preferences the prerogative of defining what someone else does. *that* is self-indulgence.
and even so, who cares if it is?
if you don't want to play a particular game, play another.
it doesn't matter either way.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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