11/10, amazing. The use of metaphorical justification and statistical analysis integrated in the subconscious core of this work is just astonishing. The creator of this piece has absolutely magnificently introduced the themes and motives that run throughout the entire work, while describing the passion and incomparable theory of special relativity and spacial conductivity via the clever use of sixth person narrating.
For the first time in twenty centuries of literature has a work been able to create the co-correlation between leisure and the existence of humankind in such full scale to amazing extent. It is the self-interest of this piece that inseminates the mirror of the topographical and gynecological memories which is common sense, but important nonetheless.
As we face a time where justification and differentiation of the integrals of the universe itself have no meaning, and anti-meaning is all around us, we must combat the adumbrate spaces of affluent stationary particles, of course first being introduced by CERNs miniscular rectum collider, it is no different from the juxtapositive founding of a great era.
Thus, we must accept the legislature of our founding fathers, and revolutionize the critical way of thinking across cultures alike and forbearant. It is not so much as so little as to do with what everything is, but it is within our common knowledge, the chromolithography undo ourselves. The future states that there is no time other than the collapsation of that sensation in the transparency of the memories
in which we are living. Now with the allocation and the understanding of the lack of understanding, we enter into a new era of science in which we feel nothing more than so much so as to say that those within themselves, comporary or non-comporary, will figuratively figure into the folding of our non-understanding and our partial understanding to the networks of which we all draw our source and conclusions from.
So, as I say before the last piece, feel not as though it is a sphere we live on, rather an infinite plane which has the illusion of leading yourself back to the point of origin. With that, we conclude that this piece is the work of a literary, fecal and urinal genius in the making.
Wow, I think we got the next Smartest man on earth here, In the 22nd century, Were going to be quoting From the Great thinker Jerry in school classrooms xD
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