There are always so many things I’d like to write here. So many lines of data coursing through my mind as I struggle to comprehend all of it. Visions of realities through all points in time and space. Some more vivid than the others. Lives I’ve lived, and lives I haven’t. At every second, I have to focus on the task at hand lest I fall into a void of my own mind. A situation that costs me the little time I truly have left in this degrading vessel as I frantically attempt to fight a battle that was lost centuries ago. The script of a life appearing in my mind as it is written causing my grasp on free will to loosen. A barely civilized beast chasing after the universe itself like a mad raindrop falling into the ocean.

Now for some dick jokes!

A long time ago during an uncommonly rainy night in a desert, I randomly came up with a nickname for my d-[This portion of this joke was censored by the internet police. You are safe now. Surely this is not some form of thought control. Surely this is not some form of thought control. Surely this is not some form of thought control. You are free to do and think as we tolerate it. Don’t cover those webcams and smartphone cameras. Keep spending your scarce resources on frivolous objects of temporary entertainment that you don’t even really have time for. We are taking care of you. We Love You. -The FCC]-ight up to me and grabbed it. Her uncashed checks still scattered all over the mattress.

Then she said, “Oh my goodness, Sid. You are so witty.”

We laughed, we cried, and that’s how I met your mother.

Here’s some music and all that stuff!!!

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