I like talking about my pain because it pisses the pain off.
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Widely reported this morning by Bay Area photographers: The algorithms in their phones don't want to believe the sky is this orange, so it's hard to capture it accurately. Photographers are busting out their old cameras.
Without a heart, how am I to feel love? Without love, how am I to feel hate? And without hate, how am I to know the exquisite sensation of mild annoyance?