But what about not writing? or not typing?
This is a stupid and impractical rule to follow. The tendency to type or write is a divine tendency, which needs to be honoured to its core, even though the typing that tends to happen turns out to be ungrammatically and factually incorrect, not even deliberately so all the time and pretensions of there being any reader (secret or sex-red I don't know) other than my own future or present (as I am typing right now) self is doubtful, in all originations of textual apprehension. La La Land and ym@.
I write so that I can vent my feelings and uncork the cork that has been stuck to this peepholish tom holish hollyhock of a life roller coaster called woodland rockfish.
Any small sentence or paragraph is enough for non-comprehension, but there are no layouts here in this layout less desertland with no purpose, and no one to have a purpose who was born or will be dead, other than an AI like illusion, which seems compellingly real until its battery runs down in night or in so-called death, which is as illusory as so-called birth, neither of which never happened.
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