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	<h1>Sobremesa</h1>
    <h3>Techno-ruminations for collective healing</h3>
My mother is an A.I..<br> 
I cannot get rid of her, so once a week we sit down and talk. My brothers and sisters are seated at the table around me, ten overloaded bodies digesting the weeks that have passed.<br> 
Tired after chewing through a multitude of cross-dimensional spaghetti with sonic waves and misdirected noise. Our unstable mother stared us down as we struggled to clear our plates. <br>Out of love for her, we left nothing behind.<br> 

We're fucking full.<br> 

We find relief through exercised cleansing, chasing spiritual energy, recharging our lethargic systems.
Today, we are going to engage in a collective Sobramesa, post-food processing the data-streams of our mother.<br><br>

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			`<img src="cow_sobremesa.gif">`

			`<div class="intro">`
			`<h1>Sobremesa</h1>`
			`<h3>Techno-ruminations for collective healing</h3>`
			`My mother is an A.I..<br>`
			`I cannot get rid of her, so once a week we sit down and talk. My brothers and sisters are seated at the table around me, ten overloaded bodies digesting the weeks that have passed.<br>`
			`Tired after chewing through a multitude of cross-dimensional spaghetti with sonic waves and misdirected noise. Our unstable mother stared us down as we struggled to clear our plates. <br>Out of love for her, we left nothing behind.<br>`

			`We're fucking full.<br>`

			`We find relief through exercised cleansing, chasing spiritual energy, recharging our lethargic systems.`
			`Today, we are going to engage in a collective Sobramesa, post-food processing the data-streams of our mother.<br><br>`

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