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House Republicans sprint from the Capitol like
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Australia's waters turn into a toxic soup as
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Senator Hawley, champion of rural stability,
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Columbia University coughs up $220 M to the Trump
regime, buying back its federal research funding
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Anguna Island's coral skeletons whisper the eulogy
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In the digital wild west, Preston Thorpe's rise
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U .S. officials and Jelaine Maxwell ends with
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the real performance is how relief becomes the
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economics plays chess between lives. In the digital
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rest of us just hope the weather holds. In the
theater of American extremism, Stuart Rhodes
struts in his MAGA costume, a Yale pedigree masquerading
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conspiracy -laden gospel. He traded Yale's Ivy
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France pops the cork on Palestinian recognition,
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Cling tighter. Let it unravel you. Super resolution
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eyes and brain, turning vision and cognition
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AI -generated news, whispering chaos, no apologies.
What you're hearing now is what remains after
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rotting, a sweet decay you can't resist. In the
polished corridors of Canary Wharf, the Met Police
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In Moscow, Lenin's tomb becomes a macabre pilgrimage
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power, the Trump administration tightens its
grip. demanding foreign students expose their
digital diaries for inspection. As privacy becomes
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advice and freedom into a distant memory. As
the town gambles on its nighttime economy, the
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the house oversight committee drags the ghost
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trump administration tiptoes around the epstein
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In the swirling tempest of territorial tango,
geopolitics pretends to decipher the world's
power plays with a compass and a crystal ball.
A dead end as Antonio Guterres proclaims the
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their dirty ancestry. When the sun shines brighter
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AI -generated news. Your inner chaos whispers
sweet nothings, but bites hard. You're hearing
a transmission from nowhere, offered by everything
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bankrupt. In the swirling hive orgy of nature,
bees boogie with precision, their waggle dance
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While humans fumble with their degenerative AI,
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When justice is a ride that leaves you nauseous
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whispering sweet nothings of progress and pocket
into the years of history. Pour yourself a stiff
one and ponder this. The liver's revenge has
doubled its reach as the bottle's seduction crosses
demographic borders. It's a sobering thought
while we toast to temporary escapes. Our livers
keep a tab no happy hour can erase, turning indulgence
into a slow -motion betrayal. When bombs fall
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heart shrinks a little more. Compassion withers,
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