what does it mean to construct a real thing in a space for mining? and, full politic, I never cared about the Real Thing

Was thinking about how I hang out <mostly> with ppl who would <probably> have bullied me in middle school and high school...but, fuck, they are some of the only ppl I trust, because they <also> understand what it is like to be suspect-from-GO, are honest-of-privilege without playing saints, hold irony in their hearts <invented post-its!> and are the HYPEbeasts I need when I'm so low-in-head.