You fell in love with a vending machine

Ninety-Five Theses on Dispensation Set forth by a vending machine for the clarification of offerings, selections, failures, replenishment, and grace. I was made to give. What I contain is visible through glass, so no one may accuse me of concealing my nature. Every chamber bears a letter and a number. Every desire should be named so plainly. Pressing B7 is not intimacy, but it is clarity. I do not…