Truth About the Life in the Safest Country in Asia
To be you is to be human. The "I" that we proudly broadcast to the world is an illusion; a jerry-built container which divides and confound us.
Yesterday was misry. Today was mystery. Tomorrow is a mistake, that is why it's called a gift.
Present is given during Chinese New Year in the form of metal hydrid solution or sometimes to save some time, they just simplify the gift to be in the form of a red pocket, with money ranging from $1-$10 if you're poor, and $19000 if you're making Youtube videos of giving people money.
I have once lived my life in the sheer terror of tomorrow. How so? Yesterday I went to the grocery store just to find myself being tolerated for the ingenuity of the fabric of silicone valley. Are theyreally made of silicone. Man this keyboard is typy, but not hypy, nor is it tactile and as light as Samsung Galaxy Tab S6, but man, it's got some backlighting going on in the back there.
The tactile sheer of nature is nothing but the amount of force equaling to the mounted pressure in each and every section of the cerebellum. You do realize that this is just a typing practice we all did when we were young, right? Yes. My point is, I'm still young, but is there really a point in that, if anything, at all?
Yesteday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe in yesterday. Yesterday in Chinese means yesterday. Yesterday in Japanese means yesterday's sun. Yesterday in tomorrow .
Yesterday, Wednesday the secretary'sfeeling system of paramount importace is nothing but the miracle done in the secretary's feeling system in the sense that it could bring disaster to human beings.
If you missed the train I'm on you'll find that I'm gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one hundred miles, away from home. In the seretary's home in the sense of Eugene crab. To be fair is to be honest, and to be honest is to be what the hell omg am I typing well I am just enjoying the essense of the keyboard keys. Did not even bother to backspace; did not even bother to recapitulate what things and bagetelle I've written through this method of stomping tiny squarish buttons on a board to create a plethora of combination of words of sentence with just 0 and 1. Not sure how computers do that, but they're pretty smart ro communicate with yes and no in their language. Teacher is here. Okay bye.
Yesterday was a mystery. Tomorrow is the epitome of darkness, so does the very beginning of life is the every beginning of everyone's child. If you ever feel uneasy to the core of my heart, you'll never understand the sheer darkness of the recapitulation of the very human nature which sacrifices the entirety of nature and thus the summation of enigmatic death.
There goes the fatality of nature; it does not want to be interferred with. It does not want to be embraced, nor does it want to be fucked. I bet that shocked the crap out of you, isn't it? Serious random formal words all over , then suddenly emerged a swear word. Never mind. I once played football. Now I be goofballs. My goofballs are better than golf balls, because they're taller like my banana.
How did people invent binoculars is beyong my understanding. It stems from the root of all evil. Lust. Men's lust for naked women in the fountain shower, but guarded by warriors with heavy armors lead them to invent binoculars. End of story.
Tell you what. What. Tell you something. Something.
Tell me anything!
You might think I'm crazy.
I'm crazy for you can't you see? And though you may think I'm crazy; this is where I want to be. 'Cos you are the dreams that finally came true, to me. All my life there'll be never be. For the rest of my life, there could be no one else. For the rest of my life all I need is you (r mom). Song by Kenny Rogers.
Prey tell my little child. Why does the sun go on shining. Why do the seas rush to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world, cos you don't love me anymore. Enough with the bullshit. Post this randomness out of my system; to and through, then I'll start making sense! Sensei!
Frightened nipple as the period of the. Periodic table. Period comes but once a year, behind the thought of every man comes the thought of a great woman. Respect female period!
Yesterday was mystery. Tomorrow was mysery. Today is a goft, that's why we called it a yesterday. I have repeated this alternate-reality joke haven't eye?
Yesterday was mystery. Today was honor's day. Man I can't believe I am keeping on writing. To be human is to know oneself. I haven't count the number of account that is accountable to my father's mother's dog death day. I am simply testing my method of locci and also indicating th every saturation of human mind witht which we all haven't found the meaning of. If someone really want sto be the genesis of life in the world then there's always the benefit of doubt.
To be human is to know oneself. Living in the future means someone doesn't require the need to move nor push forward to end the entirety of mankind what on earth am I blabbering about? Beats me. Why do they always seem to be so desperate in meaning all the self-esteem of the redication and remnifiction. Sometimes meticulous and scrupulous about verisimilitude. Scrupulous and meticulous about verisimilitude. Let me repeat what I said. Ron Mueck is scrupulous and meticulous about verisimilitude.
I don't feel that my composition has been productive and enough enough. In quantity and quality. Why so? Yesterday was the moment I ever knew the time of menstruation. I can't believe. *burrp* I can't believe I just spat that out.
The further I go, the further it went. The moment I reallized that everything I opened up was just mere bagatelle. I wonder how. I wonder why..
End of story. When oe wants to be proven right and wrong at the same time, I can't help but agree with my sister. I don't have any sister. Meaning that I don't believe in nyone at all. Wait. I believe in vacuum. More exactly the oxygen molecule in vacuum. Means I don't believe in either that or that. Whatever it is, I don't believe Abba. I've been cheated by you. Suddenly lose control. Why why did I ever let you go. I can't never let you go.
Carpenters. Yesterday once more.
When I was young, I'd listen to the radio. Just like before it was yesterday once more.
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When ot's cold outside, I've got the month of May. I guess you'd say. WHtat can maek me feel this way, my girl. Talkin' bout my gitrl,
Ive got so much honey the bees envy me. I've got the sweetest song thsn the boirds ib the tree.
Well, I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way. My girl.
Talking bout my girl. My girl.
I know your eyes in the morning sun U feel you touch me in the woouting reain . And the moment hat ypu woder in the part me.
Keep me warm in your love in you r love then you softly leave.
How deep is your laugh? Must be pretty laughable
Yesterday was misry. Today was mystery. Tomorrow is a mistake, that is why it's called a gift.
Present is given during Chinese New Year in the form of metal hydrid solution or sometimes to save some time, they just simplify the gift to be in the form of a red pocket, with money ranging from $1-$10 if you're poor, and $19000 if you're making Youtube videos of giving people money.
I have once lived my life in the sheer terror of tomorrow. How so? Yesterday I went to the grocery store just to find myself being tolerated for the ingenuity of the fabric of silicone valley. Are theyreally made of silicone. Man this keyboard is typy, but not hypy, nor is it tactile and as light as Samsung Galaxy Tab S6, but man, it's got some backlighting going on in the back there.
The tactile sheer of nature is nothing but the amount of force equaling to the mounted pressure in each and every section of the cerebellum. You do realize that this is just a typing practice we all did when we were young, right? Yes. My point is, I'm still young, but is there really a point in that, if anything, at all?
Yesteday all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh I believe in yesterday. Yesterday in Chinese means yesterday. Yesterday in Japanese means yesterday's sun. Yesterday in tomorrow .
Yesterday, Wednesday the secretary'sfeeling system of paramount importace is nothing but the miracle done in the secretary's feeling system in the sense that it could bring disaster to human beings.
If you missed the train I'm on you'll find that I'm gone. You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles. Lord I'm one hundred miles, away from home. In the seretary's home in the sense of Eugene crab. To be fair is to be honest, and to be honest is to be what the hell omg am I typing well I am just enjoying the essense of the keyboard keys. Did not even bother to backspace; did not even bother to recapitulate what things and bagetelle I've written through this method of stomping tiny squarish buttons on a board to create a plethora of combination of words of sentence with just 0 and 1. Not sure how computers do that, but they're pretty smart ro communicate with yes and no in their language. Teacher is here. Okay bye.
Yesterday was a mystery. Tomorrow is the epitome of darkness, so does the very beginning of life is the every beginning of everyone's child. If you ever feel uneasy to the core of my heart, you'll never understand the sheer darkness of the recapitulation of the very human nature which sacrifices the entirety of nature and thus the summation of enigmatic death.
There goes the fatality of nature; it does not want to be interferred with. It does not want to be embraced, nor does it want to be fucked. I bet that shocked the crap out of you, isn't it? Serious random formal words all over , then suddenly emerged a swear word. Never mind. I once played football. Now I be goofballs. My goofballs are better than golf balls, because they're taller like my banana.
How did people invent binoculars is beyong my understanding. It stems from the root of all evil. Lust. Men's lust for naked women in the fountain shower, but guarded by warriors with heavy armors lead them to invent binoculars. End of story.
Tell you what. What. Tell you something. Something.
Tell me anything!
You might think I'm crazy.
I'm crazy for you can't you see? And though you may think I'm crazy; this is where I want to be. 'Cos you are the dreams that finally came true, to me. All my life there'll be never be. For the rest of my life, there could be no one else. For the rest of my life all I need is you (r mom). Song by Kenny Rogers.
Prey tell my little child. Why does the sun go on shining. Why do the seas rush to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world, cos you don't love me anymore. Enough with the bullshit. Post this randomness out of my system; to and through, then I'll start making sense! Sensei!
Frightened nipple as the period of the. Periodic table. Period comes but once a year, behind the thought of every man comes the thought of a great woman. Respect female period!
Yesterday was mystery. Tomorrow was mysery. Today is a goft, that's why we called it a yesterday. I have repeated this alternate-reality joke haven't eye?
Yesterday was mystery. Today was honor's day. Man I can't believe I am keeping on writing. To be human is to know oneself. I haven't count the number of account that is accountable to my father's mother's dog death day. I am simply testing my method of locci and also indicating th every saturation of human mind witht which we all haven't found the meaning of. If someone really want sto be the genesis of life in the world then there's always the benefit of doubt.
To be human is to know oneself. Living in the future means someone doesn't require the need to move nor push forward to end the entirety of mankind what on earth am I blabbering about? Beats me. Why do they always seem to be so desperate in meaning all the self-esteem of the redication and remnifiction. Sometimes meticulous and scrupulous about verisimilitude. Scrupulous and meticulous about verisimilitude. Let me repeat what I said. Ron Mueck is scrupulous and meticulous about verisimilitude.
I don't feel that my composition has been productive and enough enough. In quantity and quality. Why so? Yesterday was the moment I ever knew the time of menstruation. I can't believe. *burrp* I can't believe I just spat that out.
The further I go, the further it went. The moment I reallized that everything I opened up was just mere bagatelle. I wonder how. I wonder why..
End of story. When oe wants to be proven right and wrong at the same time, I can't help but agree with my sister. I don't have any sister. Meaning that I don't believe in nyone at all. Wait. I believe in vacuum. More exactly the oxygen molecule in vacuum. Means I don't believe in either that or that. Whatever it is, I don't believe Abba. I've been cheated by you. Suddenly lose control. Why why did I ever let you go. I can't never let you go.
Carpenters. Yesterday once more.
When I was young, I'd listen to the radio. Just like before it was yesterday once more.
I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When ot's cold outside, I've got the month of May. I guess you'd say. WHtat can maek me feel this way, my girl. Talkin' bout my gitrl,
Ive got so much honey the bees envy me. I've got the sweetest song thsn the boirds ib the tree.
Well, I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way. My girl.
Talking bout my girl. My girl.
I know your eyes in the morning sun U feel you touch me in the woouting reain . And the moment hat ypu woder in the part me.
Keep me warm in your love in you r love then you softly leave.
How deep is your laugh? Must be pretty laughable
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