to think is to let your thoughts transfer into a world where
they must be known. And this world consist of a pen and a
paper to alter the meaning of a thought into an effect of
an EXPLOSION.
Reason for writing:
I was just sitting at a table at Denny's resturaunt
and this little poem type thingy came into my head.
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