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i have issues iwth china.
lots and lots of unintelligible stuuffs.
pertaining to nothing.
inspirational madness?
wait this sucks.
inane: "hi howre you?" "fine howre you?" "fine bye." "bye."
low blood sugar? no glucose? lack of energy? good me too.
its not my real life but i can dream right?
no effort required to move from point a to point b. (the shortest distance between which is always a straight line, with the exception of the optimum route case.) point c, however, is another matter altogether.
above/below/outside it all. we observers have the best vantage point from which to watch the circus unfold and collapse.
shrine to artsy crappola.
what, back again?
pull your life out of motion. bring to a standstill. train screeches grinds to a halt, never hitting crash pad.
free with your daily payment of your annual salary and weekly lifeblood.
get out while you can.
i refuse to apologise.