Red and Black
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Last published Sat, Oct 26, 2024
Think about it
foul play
are you sure about that ?
Foul play in simple word means your saying that it is true but it was not, it is basicaly close to lying, but the inventor made it more fancy tham usual, just for fun, because his brain or her brain are one in a million, I personally enjoyed it, because it makes people curious then made them dizzy.
Sarcasm is not philosophy, I do think so. Philosophy is a word meant for people to escape the real world because the world won't believe you unless you prove to them that you are worth it. I mean worth the money. It sounds stupid as it is but come on,we need to face it.
I can understand both but I bet you cannot understand me, because I cannot understand myself. I guess the books and novels were true. The villain was a villain, if the hero was telling the story.
I have said it many times, but you cannot find it. I guess,not in this complicated world.
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