About to write (free thoughts)
She drew me in the mirror with lipstick. I want to understand my death and reincarnation; I denoted myself as a mathematical function relative to infinity, I exposed matter, antimatter, chaos, the holes in the ceiling, and I found no explanation. It existed, it altered the air, it thought that the limit is the approximation but not the union, it was string theory, but not the answer, it was the rise of fractal geometry, but not the hope of improved life, it was quanta, but not the lack of hypocrisy and faith, it was in short the United States of America to conquer the Moon, Mars, the wings of dragonflies, the puffing of butterflies, oil, petrochemicals, the coral reef, knowledge, atrocious fear and sidereal fire and the peroration of the next launch of the new perfume The Traces of Bone and Spring and the ionosphere would be conquered but only after several naval intrusions between a black hole and the soybean route and the collapse of the parties that oppose the development of the anti-cancer vaccine that does not convince me at all (since they are facts that have no relation whatsoever to the reappearance of my body but that if taken into account contribute more than many treaties to be implemented, (like the treaty on cassava and the Jamaican pound sterling) of my death and life and of doubts.
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