I never looked at anything, with an eye
to anything else, but I always think, even
in the simplest terms, nothing is everything,
so everything is somewhere, everywhere. Be it
a bit to the meaning, simple request to speak to
the clearing, What? Same side I'm on, I don't like
your tie, however. Call me judgemental, call
me critical, immature, not filled with anything except
what I make out of a lifetime filled with a conception of
energy... energy? My own form of isolated restlessness.
So, nothing is everyhing... that's "deep," right? Could be,
might be... What? It is like reading the alphabet backwards...
In the end it is semi-interesting... but is endeavored with
the ultimate heir of pointlessness!
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