Text from Pandemoniac Part 4 of 5 Barcode
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| Text: | DO YOU FEEL RUN DOWN AFTER A FULL WEEKS CODING SESSION? A CRUNCH TIME STRETCHING OUT INTO THE WEE HOURS OF SUNDAY MORN. YOU FEEL THE NEED FOR SOME MAJOR ALGORITHMIC THERAPY. YOU DESPERATELY REQUIRE A PRESCRIPTION FOR SOME GURU MEDICATION. AS A STRUGGLING MEMBER OF THE SILENTLY AGEING GENERATION HEX, THE HEX FACTOR OF YOUR YOUTH IS QUIETLY SLIPPING AWAY FROM YOU. EVAPORATING SOME MIGHT SAY. IT HAS CRUMBLED UNDER THE WEIGHT OF YEARS OF HARD MENTAL LABOUR WHILE AT THE SAME TIME YOUR DWINDLING MUSCLE MASS IS DEGENERATING TO THE BARE MINIMUM NEEDED TO KEEP YOUR FEET MOVING YOU FROM YOUR SLEEP BOX TO YOUR WORK CUBICLE, AND BACK. NOT SO MUCH BACK LATELY THOUGH, AS SLEEPING UNDERNEATH THE DESK HAS SLOWLY TAKEN PRECEDENCE OVER THAT TIRESOME COMMUTE. YOU HAVE SLOWLY TURNED INTO A HEAD ON LEGS. A SLIM STICK FIGURE STAGGERING TO AND FRO THE COFFEE PERCOLATOR. UNWITTINGLY AWAITING THE DAY YOUR BODY WILL GROW WHEELS. OR MAYBE YOU WILL SKIP THAT STAGE ENTIRELY AND JUST GO DIRECTLY FOR THE GROW A PAIR OF ANGEL WINGS PHASE. OH DEAR. FLYING OUT OF HERE, WITHOUT EVEN HAVING SEEN THE REST OF THIS DEMO. |
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