Far from the maddening crowd. There is a strange bunch of people. Lets call them the sand people. So named, as they dwindle through the fingers like grains of sand.
These interesting bundles of dilemma. Drop in on occasion, to not only upvote and follow. But to intently, ask for the same in return.
"Now I don't know if you like me. Create the neural pathways to archetype's, method's, strings and theories. Attained within this breaking neuron pathway called interaction."
But I am sure that they, do not!"
So concluded and eluded by the will to process being. They must attain free flowing followers. TO create a network of nonsensical, zombified accounts. Where all permeates the fabric of an online society. With great effort? They seek out to permeate new worlds and civilizations and to boldly - IGNORE EVERYONE IN THEIR PATH.
For the future is bright. The future is a baron martian landscape of orange. Derive of inception, amass a rule of indigo stars without names, only numbers. Uttering verse and meaning, will be a loss of social acceptance. And such numbers will reduce. Until minus you'll betray your single iota. An dive in to a bottomless, appall!