I have this weird super power of playful abrasiveness (tm). usually I don`t talk when in the zone and zombie tired for weeks, it is great to do (efficient, fascinating,..) but bad to watch xD that tax thing (last jurnal) seemed to justify an exception to the rule of not bothering anybody. Also I exchanged coffee with cold showers and have a cold now.
Telling your truth sometimes just needs to be (with respect and care tho, hmkay? I`ll werd that in once I actually did some research on all this "the future is now" stuff after all it is as new to me as to most others, ha, everybody thought nothing would change ey?!! exciting times) still figuring out how to do that.
In the misty distance I should focus on the moment more, and carrying my cross, and I really want this, but obviously in my speed because I fell on the world. until thennn I think the playful abrasion (tm) seeped through *gets pulled off the stage but not without some expressive theatrical dance*
