This was moved off from the index to this separate page it is useless any way.
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It was to be completed but all that this really needed adding was, that this; refer to the final paragraph. (*)
I have to say that there is nothing that I would love more than to have some body, a female to have with whom alongside I may share my nut case saga
through the chronicles of babclofen and in known prospect of the developing of the continuum transfuncioner to allow our species second departure into
this colonies stated unknown. The wonderous plethora of the unimaginably vast diverisity which [without the most minute ounce of doubt] is out there. I
recall writing of about exactly this precise context here in this now mentioned with providing the who I was felt as being physical attractive, but more
of a importance to that, it should be that we were psychologically compatible. Interested in what each of the other was speaking and with complete
comprehension and total intimate sincerity, pleasure and joy. Like the most elegant design and build for the operation of a literal hoveerring and
capable of the traslation of distance laterally.
Some other questionably eyed, uncanny and completely insane spacetronaut voyagers. Another being with which exists affection between ourselves, to
just enjoy mind-blowing, unimaginable, wonderous fantasies alongside. Thankfully I am good at medicine. And like, to do cool as fuck things with and scare
old people, which isn't possible. I know because my grandfather did not even notice the blinding [so fucking bright that I could see it through the entirely
translucent window awning, not to mention the SOUND.
Since I am the only one who is me. I will not go into detail.
(*) In the past women have felt the liking towards a propensity of generally and unwavering from this treatment manner, assume I am attempting
rob them, or hurt then, or some other nonesense behaviour entirely contradictory to my self and the ways in which I conduct myself. Ever.
Everything I've ever thought, is true. I'll leave the rest out. Because nobody ever gave a fuck, so it cancels out.
Nobody puppets the obstacle course. I left out the first part.
I suppose that being the only one who knows precisely and completely all of it as it was and should ever be. When every one else is trying to tell me what to do is a significant motion. Suppose it is why I never could care beyond just wishing to live my life and improve the circumstantial matters for all of the living throughout the cosmic wave of the continuum of space and time. The continuum transfunctioner is the most appropriate term for the physical mechanism of function of a device I'd devised the theoretical foundation of some where in-between the years of 2010 and 2012.
Nobody cares why should I. Me, Myself and Irene.
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