Something about me

is something abour evetone.

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I know things I'm going to know, but I don't know what it is I know. I only know that what I don't know, I will know, because I found the school I'd been searching for, behind a dark board I designed. It turns out it was me, and so did some others, because now I tend to cry about things from beyond, and also laugh when I do it from here. If you laugh, I'll laugh; if you don't laugh, I'll inspire you, but let's laugh to laugh, because laughing is loving, and loving is "the style."

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When gratitude overwhelms you, there are no words to express it, only unfiltered glances. What can I say about being here, what can I say when I contemplate? A game so perfect, as beautiful as it is perverse. And while satire subdues with fire, I try to spread love to undo the veils, because there lies the key, like an objective behind the subjective, like the ether behind the electrical. An ambiguous experience, that of this presence that unfolds between time and timelessness. The work transcends orbit, but I will only leave behind what love commands.