My Search for Answers in the DA Hyperspace
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Words, words, random words all in a string, a line, with no coherence. A string of words written in a delusion. An incoherent, depraved, rant, and that is all my life will ever amount to be. Just words spoken and never meant, never carried out. Wasted knowledge of nothing. I have some words of wisdom for you, oh, yes this is my time to preach -- if indeed anyone is bothering to read this. I‘m getting up on my soapbox right now, as I speak.