Today 7:58 am
**** comes out my rectum, vocabulary is either typed by fingers or spoken out my mouth. My thinking compares all I have been with all I need to do next, so far. History is what I have accomplished, current events is what I do every added heartbeat until it doesn't beat anymore, living in series parallel position as your time alive exists in a separate longitude and latitude as the other 8.096 billion ancestors within specific ancestral lineages and generation gaps here now, evolving in plain sight ignoring the natural process of limited time alive now.
I made peace with my chromosome's limitation of equally adapting as displaced. You won't.