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Now again (again) I do am manufacturing an About Me subdivision which is super turbo ultimate and filled with doggerel and poesy and metaphysic and grammar and other versifying morpheme as these. It is not very long. In truth, I am only including this again (again) to fulfill my spatial fantasy. But who cares about truth? Fabrication is much more premium. So let me fabricate and then I will continue with the About Me subdivision. In truth, I am only including this again so I may please the Bavarian nobility and they will consider inviting me playing polo with them. And when they ask me, Hello, sweet Princess, it would much be in our pleasure if you joining us for polo, then I would punch them in the countenances with a white glove because I bloody hate polo. OK, now I will return with the About Me subdivision.
I like immense thoughts and how profoundly we can feel distant things. The vague and the not-vague, the simple and the not-simple. I am exercised with contradiction. I think also I have perceived 613 unrepeated sadnesses, because I am melancholy person, and this is, I think, what melancholy persons do when they are melancholy, which they are. And during thinking that most momentous question whether a persons glass is half-empty or half-full, I know a persons does not need cardinally to be perfect example of happiness if he has mindfulnesses that he is perfectly happy.
I guess I wish everyone I knew do should be in state of mind that they hold so many knowledges of themselves that ‘getting to know’ any other persons is useless. Or it is not attempted. Or that we do should all be blind to every other person who does not recognize himself. That having trust in oneself guarantees the trustworthiness in all other people—
I have a miniature brother. He is a little airy because he does not exist. However he is very adorable and beautiful and sweet and no he is not interested in relationships. Except his relationship with me, although it is a little airy, because he does not exist.
I also have a lot of dreams. They are big dreams because maybe there is no firmness behind them. (This is the Sadness of Dreams Which Maybe Will Never Become Not-Dreams.) There is the dream of the miniature brother who is the perfection because he can only see things which can see themselves. The dream of creating inspiration for distant persons. The dream of sunflowers. The dream of being with him. The dream of blindfolds. The dream of unanswerable questions. The dream of sailboats, windmills, white rooms, aeroplanes. The dream of pinwheels and Swatch watches, microbus, cowboy boot, why?. The dream of itself.
( magic luck! | friendship! )
