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As the glowing oscillations continually replicated the soft curves of feminine essence in a gently perverted light show, Peterson was moved to epiphany. “When that beautiful gorge repeatedly poured out into infinity in front of me, I finally realized that my computer is as much a representation of myself as a candid photograph. Anyone who sees my computer sees me in a very naked, very true sense.”
“Anyway, we have a very personal connection,” an inspired Peterson added. “That’s why it was telling me to fuck it.”
