thankyou for your moment of giving!! I have always lived in england, apart from holidays and when i worked over in hungary as an english teaching assistant

You have been given a swinging good time!. Crafted by

Your mind is a free republic, how stringent or restrictive the rules, are constructed entirely by yourself. Reality is solely based on perception.

This so-called "idiotic predestined crossroad"? It's existence is self-fabricated. If you are intent on being mired in misery, no one can refute your claim but yourself.

Realistically, if you choose to establish yourself in an industry outside of literatury pursuits, ( if that is your area of interest) following your present age it will be hard to extricate yourself later on.

I was not in fact questioning your "achievements" or intellectual merit at this point in time. Simply making a statement regarding career changes later on in life. I apologize, it seems you have taken offense to this advice.

Your expressed admiration is meaningless without understanding the context of another's work, an expansive vocabulary should not be the sole basis of evaluation, rather that the meaning is properly conveyed. I think in that, I have failed.

ok///but when will you thumb me by?

I only have like 7 or 8 pages

haha but I wonder if you understood what I was trying to tell you, poor emo boy?

17 is still relatively young, if you have an interest in literature then I suggest you pursue it, I myself have no interest in this regard.

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This is rather long, but your poetic introduction in my comments solicits a poetic response perhaps...

Bound no longer am I, by material means, instead I meander amongst those of distant tribes hearing a thousand voices. A tumultuous cacophony, wrought with pandemonium, and fear.

They mumble fervent prayers, destitute despite their riches. I, filled with wanderlust seek a place which knows no end, my slate washed clean like grains of sand at high tide.

A million cries of loneliness, tethered by their lust for power, focusing inwards, eviscerating themselves slowly, consumed by wanton desire for more than life itself has to offer.

Internalizing their thirst for fame, they will fall ever unknown, ensnared, drowning in their self constructed psychosis.

Those who see only themselves watch crestfallen, bearing witness to the ravages of time, withering and aged. Those who find intrigue in a simple design, a bird in flight, a miniscule raindrop shed from the sky, can find only joy.

I need not understand the universe, for who am I but a fragment of the universe itself?

I fear not loneliness, for only those who vainly conceive of the notion that they are individual and seperate, segregate themselves and fall victim to their own deceit; for all life exists as one.

I fear not time, for my time is endless; long after my body ends, from it new life will arise. We never truly die, but are merely transformed.

* I think perhaps, our views vastly differ*

hey I won your auction a while ago and you never thumbed my herd 808 benefits.