deeR woRld,
I know a lot of y'all been asking what exactly do I blog about if too many people pay attention to what I say.
To be perfectly honest...I really don't care.
Maybe when I make my grand exit out of here; philosophers will study the methods I like to call my own.
I still get nervous around females I like...
I can talk to them but beauty is just something I haven't got around getting use too.
Its like a sex or death...you really don't know how to prepare for it til it happens.
I'm not familiar with either of those things but my past life shows records that I had encountered these things on multiple occasions.
Anyway...life as we know is about to change for better and worse
I like worse because its a strange opportunity to become better. But really, what do I know? These words are coming from the same kid who looks at life through a glass bottle in outer space. The same glass bottle with a lithium letter inside it, with words composed out of angel tears....
Don't worry, no angels were hurt in the process. They were a little shook en up but they are okay...I think.
That letter is now in the process of becoming a cult classic...published...maybe.
My lawyers are still working on that, but the government can't stop me unless I use this rocket launcher to blow a hole in their glass floors.
I know some people like to talk crazy just for the sake of it...but I'm not doing that. I think of stuff like this on the regular. Not just to pretend that I'm crazy, but to explore the depths that consumes my mind; even if those depths are dark, dim, or grim. Exploration Damn it.
I kid...I kid.
Rapida!!!!,
R(dot)Escobar
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