It has seemed longer than it's really been (to you). This lack of documentation. We record things. More than any other time in history I mean. It's strange. When you're old you can look back and know that you looked the same on Thursday as you did on Tuesday. It isn't just... it won't be just that I remember that I drew on my hand, I can look at exactly this, which was drawn today.
Here are some boxes. Today was disappointing. I had been hoping for something. Hope is usually a bad idea. If something good is going to happen, let it be a happy surprise. If I hope for something and then it happens, that's less exciting than if it wasn't expected. And if something bad is going to happen, it seems worse if I had been hoping for something good. I guess, it's about difference.
I was bored so I decided to bisect some angles. Except I thought I was done that I should color it in. I just used the markers I had, I should of used 8 not 9 since with 9 it was 4 3 times and 5 4 times and 8 would of been all of them 4 times right across from each other but I wasn't really thinking, handful of markers. Well I'm gonna go now but it was nice talking with you ok.
OK I got a little carried away. It was fun! And it's raining, or maybe it's not but it's going to, so maybe when you read this it will be raining. Here I mean, or there. Or both, maybe it's raining here and there and it will feel like this deep cosmic connection and we will both hear the special music of raining in two places, and we will both go outside and we will dance, we will twirl in the rain, it will soak both of us, seperately, far apart, each alone and not even knowing that somewhere else someone else is experiencing the same thing. And how different that would be than two people spinning in the rain in sight of each other, two strangers. Or even, if two friends, like one visiting the other, decide, hey it's raining let's go out and spin in the rain. That would be different too. But less special I think, in a way, I mean, there's a kind of magic in the unplanned coincidence of two people deciding seperately, with no knowledge of each other's existence even, to go out and spin in the rain. And if someone saw both of them in their two seperate yards, like I don't know someone in a plane or something looking out the window, I mean, that would be a pretty awesome thing to see. You would totally hear music.
There isn't yes there is no there isn't yes there is a male from somewhere in the universe.
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(This isn't really new anymore.) Hello. So here I sometimes post a picture of whatever is drawn on me. But usually I forget.
I'm pretty shy and I'm scared of some things that normal people aren't scared of and I like to read. I don't have a horse and I don't like broccoli. Ok?