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Dear Austerity, we need to talk. You’re excellent at parties—angles, barrel‑aged frown. You pair with lectures on minimalism and shoes. But I’m a mouth, not a thesis. I did time in your academy of clenched jaws, aced Aftertaste & Regret, the module called “It’s an acquired taste (you wouldn’t get it).” I’m seeing someone kinder: snap like an invitation, melt without a sermon, leaving a future, not a badge. Keep the tyre‑smoke notes, the attic‑dust brag. Frame your scarcity if you must. I’ll be with the bar that remembers why the tongue has a word for relief. No hard feelings—only softer ones. Enjoy your concept; I’ll enjoy the thing. We were a mood board. I want a meal.
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Dear Austerity, we need to talk. You’re interesting at dinner parties. People admire your angles, your barrel-aged frown. You pair well with lectures about minimalism and shoes. But listen—I’m a mouth, not a thesis. I did time in your academy of clenched jaws, earned credits in Aftertaste & Regret, aced “It’s an acquired taste (you wouldn’t get it).” I’m seeing someone kinder now. They arrive with a snap like an invitation, melt without a sermon, leave me a future, not a badge. Keep the tyre-smoke notes, the attic-dust brag. Frame your scarcity on a white wall, if you must. I’ll be here with the bar that remembers why the tongue has a word for relief. No hard feelings—only softer ones. Enjoy your concept; I’ll enjoy the thing. We were a mood board. I want a meal. Signed: liberated taste buds, newly employed in joy.
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