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Friends, Who Go Poof Adieu.
Goodbye, friends of Hagrid
You’ll regret to find
my elusive nature to be true.
Your trust will betray you
as I, Aragog, bid adieu.
Farewell, Friends of Medium.
You’ll regret to find
my vague nature to be true.
I qualify your self-engagement
as a bot that can cancel you.
In memory of authors of honest will and means who disappeared or otherwise victimized without justification or an apology.
Is the ‘Friend of Medium’ campaign becoming disingenuous to anyone else? Harry Potter fans will recall Ron and Harry’s meetup with Aragog and his kiddos. Those last words, ‘Goodbye, friends of Hagrid, ’ caught them off guard. They lucked out with help from an old beat-up magic sedan. A literary tool not currently in our algorithm’s code of tricks. So, I made a parallel connection, which turned into this semi-rant. I’m tired, and I’m going to let my weirdness wander. Some say I must always be exhausted. Anyway, back to the rant.
The platform feels rigged. My respect for it is diminished.
Granted, I’m an amateur with little skin in the game, but come on, don’t you feel the tension? What did seem like…
