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Figured praying to the Algorithm Gods couldnt hurt my chances of escaping obscurity online |
| Oh Great Gods of the Algorithm I beseech thee allow my pithy words to be seen. Push mine content onto the scroll of thy front page. Do not blacklisteth mine hard wrought ruminations on nations, heresy, and culture. Make thy servant an online ingenue and celebutante rich in notoriety and prosperity. As online so offline. So mote it be. |