I'm so sorry for everyone I'm doing stuff with. I'll be going away for some time, and I don't know when I'll come back. I'll let you know when I do. Again, I'm really sorry for this sudden decision.
Another individual has, a singular time, informed me of the imminent event of the Earth destroying my endeavors
The being that is myself is claimed to have fallen short of having the smallest edge out of all of the objects held in a small structure built for storing such objects
The female I encountered appeared minorly unintelligent as she held her hand up, her fourth and fifth digits extended such that they appeared to be representing the twelfth letter of the English alphabet, between where her eyes rest and where her hair took root
The action of the Earth completing a full rotation around the star it is orbiting begin to pass, refusing to cease in its action of passing
I deemed it illogical that I may deny myself from finding a way to derive entertainment from my continued existence
One's central organ determining one's intelligence and control of motor functions grows in its overall capacity, but the container it is stored inside becomes less intelligent
There is a vast array of actions that are able to be performed, as well as locations, objects, media, and the like
Why would you object to the idea of traversing through a poorly maintained walkway positioned out of sight of the general public?
One will not be able to comprehend such a thing as long as they refuse to take the action
One will not be able to have an appearance of reflecting strong rays of light off of their body if they lack the capacity to produce a significant amount of light
Time A scientist once time did harness,
To return to a time that he missed
But the stream it disrupted,
All time was corrupted, And the scientist - lost to the darkness.