Nothing + Something, that's enough? For what kind of a message, story, test; and the rest. Round. He started with a skateboard: at the bottom was concepts from The Bible hanging on top of his car, floating I mean. What’s the difference? I guess you’d have to wait and see, but there is one… if not multiple. But what was it that I had built? Something rare, or special… is there a difference? Depending on who you ask, it was a range and I’m no longer talking about definitions. When they print my words: I want it just as it is. Based on word count: is that more detailed than ‘page’ numbers? The credits were painted across the wall ‘credits|.’ Just that his name had only appeared! After some time- luck can no longer be called so: based on both sides of prediction. How can you even- even, fail to base your whole story on life online? We had a moment: let the script be a pen made of drugs, it smelt woody… it smells woody. I think we all understand why we begun there. The script was like a scroll: I prefer to call it a NonDisclosureAgreement. And the old image had just begun to make sense, again? Gold in white & black- milky & honey. Call it a galaxy|. I hope there’s a point. I guess a good enough question is- [to what]? How do you market more than a planet? There have been multiple books & novels… this is how I got here? Question or what|? “People change- no not actually; and they have eternity to either stay the same… ask me to stop what!”-Victor, Kariithi Mbugua. Now I see it. Since you have the proof of everything done to save them, everything can therefore be done to kill; and why is it that they should all die? Maybe you should learn something else. Simultaneous solutions are useful for all those reasons|? I also became smaller… becoming. It was the first day: and yet it felt like the last day- in fiction: of course! The order: they were this group, thus blind group who made nothing. Faith without action is dead. So Bothe “The Bible” and the Novels could be thrown into the ‘space’… time[!] Then it was shut. “They said they want to be my enemies:”- I can’t even see this words. Faith in a story of: God. I found me a marble, nostalgic. About! About intel: like a match stick; smoking, that was smoking? “Hey” was the sound. But goodbye was more important, for now. It felt- [nostalgic]? First time -we [got] it. My favourite artists was from… lol! [laughing out loud] is an acronym. You have to grow into it- your outfit. ‘Cheat codes’- like life never… And when you remove, anyway. It stays -gold. Oh- how wonderful. The day was the start of summer & he was sitting outside, it is the year 2024: and the sun still feels as radiant as ever. Should I be “cautious”… we think to ourselves? Should I be cautious? A key word to remember is “forget”. It is sad that anyone had to begin a story by mentioning [subferals]… where is the humanity or is it humility… One for one- what I didn’t understand, was how long I had to wait? An office is the same as -[credits]: I was going to say family? Wait for it. It is that ‘they’ say… because they say: it is worthless until they have the chance to ‘do it’. -Credits. Rare: at the beginning. I wasn’t dreaming or I was|? -A story about ‘Earth’… as it has to be. He was walking, walking up to his car in one ‘reality’ they tend to blend into “more”… and it was just a vibe. Then all we were missing was -[time]. I remember… I’m working on nothing or better yet ‘something’? It was like paper on the outside, yet it felt slim: not holo inside. Hollow & Victor, wrapped around his neck, was a sharp eye that begun at his feet and he wore as a masked crown. There were only two in existence. And that’s the maximum. Shall… it was the blood red shape that caught his eye, the colour? I think, and the room blends into one vision: was it “laser” sight? No one I know, or people seem to prefer growing with their titles? Layton or Mind or Time… maybe even victor: had been looking ahead, the same person? And I was ‘about’ to “quite”. Cause, how do you go on, seems so obvious? They were called assassins, devils, templars: even ninjas- what are [we] to call them today? What are we called? “I’m not the real writer”- how do [I] feel? Born Again- what do you call it|? Then I & we or… I/we saw. About the future: Swahili was the title. For me, I started my outfit by washing my feet? I liked the concept- or] like the concept of a staff… imagine that as the key to my ‘red-car”. Time is a gift, and the time we have to wait for the next Earth is a gift… but to do what with it|? And to do what with it?- maybe not just stop. Moving in reverse: so we needed to catch-up? The word for it was not yet invented, but we will invent it|? I almost didn’t have it, but it was round. Waiting|. The blue- it would have been ignored & assumed to be a “baby” blue. Three floors- I liked the food, the office & the home. On the Earth, I desired to own two acres: probably more… like ten. So I settled for the desert. And I had one more. A gift… How else would it be described? He somehow found a way to link a game to a movie- I guess it started with an image, an idea. But this is about the future. He hadn’t taken the mask of [-]who? I’d call [HIM]… ‘victor’. It was a specific date- that was the “creation”. Like the start of a loop, I was in. Start: on the side of the wall, which consecutively was the door. Consecutively? Test every spirit… wow! If you were born before being a child: is your Father? One more, I’d like to say I do not know: but now I know about good and evil. Dressed in capital: across the… just. Some ideas feel like you’re going on with ideas that do not belong… to myself|. “I was told to do what… preach is the answer.”- Victor Kariithi Mbugua but I prefer “V”. We all got it: now we go on… but that’s how I heard it|! ‘Red.’ Am I right? I was waiting for my turn. If physics is the Earth and chemistry is Heaven: you hear ‘me’|? When he missed. Fire: like a language I would understand. Three, two… the lights went off. If you consider The Bible a bibliography- what is the importance of a 24 hour system, that’s how long a day lasts, forever? I’ll let you know to treat this as expensive as the ideas are, knowing that they’re in progress as much as they are fictional. Anyway… you will see. The first key is replacing a ‘crown’ for a mask… because why not? What the inverse|… means? Like rolling paper you should smoke: it has a timer. Assume I said the future -[in the past]. At least I should get there, at some point. Then I got it, [I should say]. Before the day of The Lord? Nothing- that’s the answer. Perfect storage, device? Law: I should have even, started there. A bit closer: and that’s all that matters. “How much?”-V. Crazy that’s the key: and not just the price. ‘And for those asking…’ The gravity of my words, were something… or nothing. Not a question! Proof. “That’s about it.”- Vic| not Victor. Just victor[…] which is the same as saying anything|… Sphere, the only thing to exist in here? It was a circle though: before it got in here. Thetaᶿ isn’t enough. Here we are again… and this time, for a ‘shorter’ version of my life? Okay, call it a card? No, a staff lands into the equation: surprisingly that is the best way to put it[!] The design felt so personal, yet so cultural… perfect? Right! The question I never inserted: or answered… Galaxies are made out of ideas, almost like my images: or the one I was about to add. How to write a novel: he was on his first chapter. Starting were multiple specific “things”. Of all of them, this is my favourite… a little bit less than life. But what is it to life? Layton was surrounded by a layer of fog, misty. He would always be in this positions: between the visible and the hidden. The long he looked, the more he’d begin to -[just] now see. 6pm was the time, special of me to call it the day. Endless: but we’re winning… death? Layton & Bade: but Victor was watching from a distance? His eyes could be seen… he was walking up to them, yet he wasn’t? Now I get this thing: we were appearing in multiple forms: that is I! By the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse, of the story- could it ever be the whole story? Of what point is money?