I like to play with words. I don't mean grammar, though I'm good at that too. You could write down any sentence for me, any at all, an I could re-write it in several different ways, with different structures and everything. I could even tweak it a little so it makes even more sense than before. But... that's not what I meant. I like to ponder the meanings of certain sequences of words. Phrases that, the first time you read them, seem like complete gibberish. Phrases that you really have to think about. Phrases that only make sense with time, and special understanding. I could spend my entire life with a list of those phrases, thinking constantly, always trying to find the meaning behind the words. If only that list existed....
Regrettably, that list does not exist. I spend my life going through the motions, trying to find them. And when I do, I write them down. So that at the end of my life, if I ever find a person who likes to think, I could give them that list to study and add to, and save them half a life of searching.
Regrettably, that list does not exist. I spend my life going through the motions, trying to find them. And when I do, I write them down. So that at the end of my life, if I ever find a person who likes to think, I could give them that list to study and add to, and save them half a life of searching.
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