once again. I know that I can't say anything unless it is going through my mouth. this is on the interwebs, so therefore what is being said won't count untill your face is a viable medium of expression I can work with. I may love all the people in the world, but that can't dim the meaning I give waiting in my obfuscators. I have a hard time repressing myself from the vicarious work through my phone. Yellow people are to be behold in the world.
sometimes I meditate at the end of the day. in this time, tears come to my eyes from all the things I see. All the things I know don't compair to what I don't know. I guess that's what makes one a genius. They know what to strive for. I know I find things interesting. But I know that what should strive for in the end from the now and constructing the middle is fun. i find the intrinsic value of the 'out of the world happenings.' I found this deffinition daunting. but the word more so.
You might not know the name. you can't see the fame. I know a lot. Who sees everything. but maybe not this because my phone doesn't have a text editor program, but a short boring thing. I guess I could write mesages to my e-mail, but I suppose the word applies to this situation, as that the possibility arises that I might not be the only one to read it.
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#include <stdio.h>
int main(void)
{
prinf("hello, world")
}
