This is a document created to record a series of thoughts that cross a multitude of paths. Instances that often mean something to someone somewhere and also means nothing to nobody nowhere. Even a lost cause needs a rebel just as much as a purpose needs an act. This is an empty space full of voids, a space to cruise the cursor on an empty tank. A place to make sense of nothing line by line. Mumbly jumbly, timeless and fragrant. There’s no glove to fit, only a mind without feather hats. Admire the image of the sleepless and its beauty.
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