Nothing is Something
Looking at my purple marker and notebook paper realizing that I have so much to say, yet I can’t say anything at all. I hear scribbles and scribbles from my marker to my paper, scribbles and scribbles yet something comes out, nothing. Nothing is something because it somehow exists, somehow nothing is something. Look at what I am saying, what I am transferring, IT’S SOMETHING!
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The Island of Manhattan - SUCH THRILL
Manhattan is a beautiful place to coexist in with the many people that reside in it. It is a world where AMAZING things happen and where our dreams are a open door, one footstep away.
Your fate being decided by a jury?
Personally, I wouldn’t want a jury to choose my fate for whatever reason, if ever, I end up in a trial. This country is weird, so much for democracy, I mean most people that exist don’t have a sufficient enough neutral mind to even choose a decision on someone’s fate. It makes no sense, really. The people of the jury can be so many things, let’s say, like SHALLOWWWW !...