There is always something to talk about. I want to write about something to talk about. This is something one wants to do everyday. People talk everyday about something. Okay. I would say it is the only way one can relay, transmit, and tele-port it somewhere. Of course the nearer the better or the best. Whichever works for you. I do not even know why I am doing this. I guess it's just a way of filling the void. Yes, that's it. Fill the void, mind the gaps, and breaking the walls.
Like a book, a diary, an essay, an article, a paragraph, a sentence, words, letters, punctuations and the shapes. The subjects and the predicates. Verbs, nouns, adjectives, adverbs, and pronouns. Metaphors, clauses, analogies, and the links. Past, present, future, progressive, perfect tenses. Synonyms, acronyms, antonyms. Periods, commas, question marks, exclamation marks, quotations, italics, fonts of letters and punctuations. Yes, I must have typed that already.
Reading, comprehensive, languages, profound terms and jumping intransitive and transitives. Speeches and oral communications. Typographic, hyper intergalactic worlds. Sciences and the united forms of necessary actual revelations of the most prolific sound.
Fill yourself with happy and joyful thoughts and remind yourself that everything in some way one or twice or thrice on another. Above, under, across, among, & underneath beneath.
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