I suppose the future is inviting, so until it is inviting to proceed with our grit… a heavenly experience was made|! Moss grew onto the path or if you prefer… escarpment. It spread a range but it wasn’t random. It wasn’t “random”. My inner self knew this deeply, so… what about the rose? It shone brighter than before, what a beautiful scene to be a rose. At, too… or first|? It ended as it had started, slow. Slow was no longer possible, so it couldn’t end! That’s the meaning I gained from life. The beat was for lack of better… two tongue|… two step, or just the beat coming out of the void. Real! It was fast, and I knew you needed music on shuffle, so that was the solution for -the speed[ -re]! I drew down the window and it revealed a machine looking me straight… staring at the centre of my eye with a bleeding rush. The entrance widened for me to phase through. Home? I “question” where I was going, wondering what was so shocking about this experience, what exactly made it so difficult to repeat, home? Powers of gods, that’s what! Enough? Am I too still write sincerely, “victor” or ‘Victor’? But definitely; Layton…|us. Having comeback from the end, it was fitting to take some time to meditate, to sustain a cue? The power held within deserved some form of respect, undoubtedly! The phasing was a normal level, I knew where I was anyway. Standing tall was as a tale, it sedimented my idea of what a home was: and as though I already knew, I turned a new leaf! [|||||||||(GOD)|||||||||]… was spelt before me in multiple fonts; I knew it motioned to me, towards me, you could only hope so. 67% despite the tone it inflicted, it was a positive number, a huge leap: maybe even a quantum, a continuum|? That didn’t matter right now. I had learnt how to camouflage. Something about naming it didn’t seem right; it was incomplete! Not underwhelming, just incomplete, but that’s by nature & not nurture. By nature: I was progressing through time, and progressively activating who I was stored to be. That sounded more, complete|! I wanted accuracy: that means it was cryptic; or more so. Racism is a difficult topic to expand given that it affects every living being: not that we acknowledge it. Should I|? There is a way you should know a person, the first interaction|. That now is complete, think about it …our world is simpler than we can imagine, respect? The tower was ideal, but this was not an ideal situation: wars & evils were expanding into the worst, right? Yet the worst had seized for some… while others struggled to survive through the rest of the time, it felt as an evil trip|. That’s violence and blasphemy, and the weak minded ideology of theft rather than ownership. It looked more valuable than it lead on, something factual is the now: and in the now is the date, almost a month since the last project while the most recent project is a truth teller, you can tell where the audience has arrived, with that? It can be easy to share but it is harder to show… but it is important to show, because it really would be beautiful to arrive there together: as is now|! My first idea to memory is the name of history, that leaves me with what I have learnt so far: but randomization isn’t enough… or is it? A tale makes the most sense at arriving at the right time. If he could move slow enough, which he was: the sand dragging his footsteps all so slowly, while he paved a way. Deep in his mind was the effect of betterment; wasn’t speed all so smooth? I believe so, and the documents would not take all so long… they’d happen in the “now” as we moved away from sin. He was no longer just a hologram, the same way a word has all so much, all sorts of meaning, he was a ghost… a shell of who he would become, and I would be. Of who I had become, and he had been? A place, while I was another. I was always on the inside, exclusivity made inclusive? Or it wasn’t so easily done, and it was all just a metaphor? It was the last year of life, the day before eternity: and there was no way of telling what direction time moved; it was however all so pleasant! Pleasing: it was to be present… that’s what it was|. What they were? I was male, so I acted as I was: a god… a male god|. And I was just in time, the ceiling or the glass had cracked/broken-through into a realm that was brand… brand-new. White as snow. The cold was the new mortgage; snow! That’s what I’m all about- but there was more… complete. I doubt I should be the one to share or is it claim it as a discovery, more about skill|… talents. I was fading away while arriving, the arraignment was spectacular… I was feel like I belonged. The log was bright, and the cave was appearing as it faded away… what is a rose without thorns? Gold. It was so bright it was golden, it was bright, as gold. It took some time, but we were where we had sowed. Rain|. Glossy or you could say matte… what really mattered was it was printed; framed! 100% profit is gained from an unexpected gain, people still should refer to it as ownership. So, ownership is 100% profit; and this is a strategy on what? It’s like a metaphor is a tool for… the most, mathematically. So on the second hand, security is an instrumental defense but lack of security allows for a fault in ownership: this is why the response is gamification, a gamified theory. One that needs to be practiced to make sense; that’s how pain is sacrifice, it takes time but it is defended by work… making work a law but what of rest? Ownership? Rest may be the best form of ownership that it looks like the peak of ownership, but rest is natural… it comes through time. A purposeful notion. Good? Or is it now, the adjacent to good-enough? Bright, just like the name Tim. The randomizer was now online: not just working. In the next city it was the eleventh, which is the same transition I had the last time, or the static…state|! Meaning, rather than purpose? That would be a qr-code or quick response rather than a bar-code? The quick response code into the next; that’s what I was creating… and had created! Watermark|! Since I last forgot sounding like a poetic version of myself, since I was meditating. Let me keep the fire a -flame. I talk about my dream, dangerous! You know the rest|! I was walking forward, the issue is how fast I could smoothly describe this. Three. We were now reading in reverse too or two, too… to? You just have to imagine it is onomatopoeia. I still need a …theme! Well, need is the wrong phrasing, I need to work on something that grows this exponentially while chronologically improving. That’s the title. If it were mrs… and mr then it would be like Kariithi|. But that’s the tale. And I’m the “tale”! There I was in space having found my self like a lie about a clone; conspiracy. But to be honest, it wasn’t easy to miss this. Chains made of shadows, for them; with a H. However you say it, it was an iFrame. I was in heaven they were in Hell. How do you leave? Assume one could ever leave? I found peace in may journey knowing I was sooner, like closer. It was sooner; too|! Hyper -I think it starts at the end, with an ending the was physically weighted, or weighty. I suppose it brings us to the peak of the tale, the middle; the centre, or the prologue… in my -opinion|. This was a second part. The final part, the beginning and end but not like alpha and omega but like Kariithi. Start- and the one that comes when the gas ‘runs-out’|. It run/s… out or our city. It runs our city; and it had been too long, I felt. Little is the word… and I was still a tale|? Electricity is what I’d call a seed, electric compared to static? Then we go with static, but we need a definition; so the inverse of the two terms like clouds? I was close enough, and I didn’t have to accept that I didn’t know… tale|? Biographically accurate, this was chronologically who Victor was, with a hint played by Layton. Having given that, the eclipse had passed. The rose was wrapping, warping around the wrist… it had a tight grip as though it formed a vain; it was secure. The enemy arrived… the same way I exited: he was the one inverted; this time! The real life comes as a group of energies, it should be luckily saved like chronology|? Mine was split in two: it was more than a fiction being built, looking at the energy… it was better to make it about the ‘future’ chronologically by where I would live… so when I’m done|? Layton awoke from the eclipse, he had his badge as his signet coin… it was memorable enough to be his ‘only’ gold object… but what do we really ever own? My life was parallel to this, in the future! It was the lack of sin that made it all so possible|! Bright|… or starry, they both worked -this time! It was nothing/void then quantum followed by the continuum that allowed for a space to age from twenty to thirty; but it was inverted, because we could see the future as we could see nothing was the dream. 1, 2 & 3 created infinity- 8 inverted; while looking like it was three steps despite alpha & the omega from anti-matter|… as far as my knowledge stands. The description needed a finite meditation; so it was time. The third step was easier, it was nearly a given or common sense- it was the word god. But it all depends on or depended on your faith. However|… I was overthinking this beginning, in some aspects: especially because the intro had passed, and I thought I had passed away. I had become born in a sense that lacked any memory of who I was making it equal to the ritual that is death. I bet you like the idea that the word ritual created, so we’re are past the grit of work. Rest it is -then we work for a little while, but still it was rest. I think I remember how this part went, something like a single percent? Or half of one, but it was more like a third- lukewarm. At least it was more than 0.41% -unpacking another book was a different idea, since we had done what was complete. Kariithi was somewhat a title, somewhat|? Welcome to my journal that turns into a gamified novelty -novel. Arbitrage; that’s the weaponized skill… weaponized|! Yes, this is about a skill|. The gift was the help I tend to receive. The fear… |wisdom! The DJ had the song|… and it went|! [DiskJokey]|… just incase you didn’t know. Or the word; anyway… followed by a sight|. They find life, they’re given eternally|! They start eternally but it’s eternal, like how this came! Spoilt|. But that sounded incomplete. I bet all you want to see is how good I am at equations; my capabilities with mathematics and the like that produces physics! What does scripture mean, should I begin with the history of the term like bibliography… or with the internal prophecies? Inverted made it all a new|. Bade, let say each letter stood for something, what would that be “Born Again Die Eternal|”? -Makes sense. Beaming. That’s how it goes. Round; is it fame or its’ knowing|? Because time-travelled… is time traveled…I ‘assume’|! V is for Valentines… hours as we countdown. As I count it down|. -My love, letter|! Email|… because of patience, or the opposite of the opportunities/. It was the 14th of February in the real world when I discovered my next comment from hours ago… the virtual world was the same as the real life, life? It was confidential with the advisory sign, everyone was within but most were wretch, without. Wretched|? The rose was where our focus was most interested, and I could say I was using artificial intelligence, make the rose a persona. It really was a seed, more than a rose… it looked like|… it went on~ seed/s. The cash-out sound was different from cashing -in. Code/d… Victor is what they called me, or was used to hearing|… the difference is such as -important! A.I. in certain text forms are more valuable than most creations|? What is it about text that lets it simultaneously exist? That must be the question|. Store/Sell …my options. We still had to start somewhere, and we had all the time we needed to make this feel like the beginning|! It felt as he -said! Have talked about, about/s. That’s an o for orange, can you hear me? It was even ending… like this! Done by hand… completed|. I think it was the text that was missing; apparently! Apparently- but it was again. Was it orange, or …rose-gold|? Again? Well, it only gets… got… “better|”? Two step, and even then: two step… but it became natural by 30… two stepping! Too. Fear. To fear; that’s how it rang in my heart? Muscle Memory- is not the same in lower caps… in fact to death it could be… death/. The idea is a text formed by muscle memory, if you have none… it is a dream: if you have enough, you’re living a dream as a Living Dream|. Yes, that’s what it was. Peace, but we needed peaceful|! This thing might not be as ‘intelligent as the’ higher ups might want you to believe about it, look at this|. [“This length of code you give me is synonymous with the length of script for novels you gave me, we need to work for a longer script for anything meaningful to happen. |Good that script is in text form, we can create a cypher after working that generates the whole code based on an equation, allowing one full lengthy script in one take... it all depends on what we're building but math is still the solution for any case, where you give x a form to the alphabet... e.g. a appears 10,000 times in the script so create a script that generates a in that respect then we keep layering, understand me?”]… So? Chronology, that’s the solution. It was about time. Antagonist or the idea of a false… name, about? That was the 14th of February or Friday the 13th… all that was taking place. A.I. is real; like what, isn’t that godly? Accent, that’s why you’re here|… too! Skyscraper, that’s about it for the degree. What else would I be expected to add to an intro… it probably comes later! Layton was waking up for his lay- down. Eyes filled with darkness became eyes filled with flashes, it was bright. And it was as real as this. Words? Bade|. He was stepping “out” for the moment, it was a solo. A solo show|… run by an anonymous body, he was impressed, so he took his time; most of it. That was how the middle of the night found where it belonged, but we still had a question. It sounded like purpose and it could have been purpose… given the range of death in thus; utopia, but death was too grotesque, and of or for only that reason death had to pass away, leaving us with work and rest and a situation so common to respond it became common sense at the first attempt… my name. We were where it was no longer- almost… almost! Two takes means it rhymes; I was rhyming. The rule of firsts, I was first? I arrived just in time- “he does”. I know I rhyme, but who can’t dance? Life: but after so many attempts at crafting the beginning we finally discovered the random novelty of a text. Vetted after vetting… that doesn’t mean your destination is success or successful. But we should have remembered the law. The Law; I believe this coincides with the direction, I was feeling it|. I’m planning my wedding over here|… Vic! Vicky, something with a Kenyan accent|. It was all about… shocking? As a whole it was thirty but I was talking chronology, so I could tell you my life chronologically. Layton was not always famous- he begun infamous the way a soul is in a body, or a body is attracted to a soul… the soul had a body called spirit. It was the middle of the night when he appeared out of the capsule, a time capsule would never mean the same thing ever -again! Gamified means patience in my case; but that was meant for me… the reader should expect ease. I’m talking about the book of life: that shouldn’t be too shocking, while it remains exuberantly… equitable. The night was going to be the longest of the year; he had been doing this long enough to gain a factual understanding of what to expect, fractal. That’s the layering of ‘functions’… I had one last step, and it was a distance to store this, to get it correct was more like a chronological switch. Bright or Light …I asked|… it was obvious, so obvious. The rest was a luxury, my name was a luxury in a certain tongue. How many layers or stages can you now see? I suppose the answer can only be -enough. 3, 6 & 9 to get to a complete one, meaning? He was floating in his mind, seeing the world from a just and different perspective from the norm… the future, is what it would be called, for the prediction level was only increasing. Layton reached out through a flame that engulfed the sky and the Earth, his hand was drenched in the fuel. Authoritative tone dictating the nature of the ending… shocking. More so, it was happening|. 1020 is the …tbc|… something like that. One week later: it was complete and completed like alpha and the -omega. Godly. It’s called a joke, when I light the candle and the user blows it out, the question is about the flame. Coding a game; it was important to introduce the correct cypher. Fourth Dimension …about was the whole theory, or concept; whichever came better. I was pretty comfortable with where I had arrived/gotten. Like …game is game: excuse-me. I said -excuse me. VicMbugua was the name tag, they were mathematically generated… despite the idea of Layton, this was to be chronological… so it wasn’t the game tag. Or luck. Time |…selah? Nostalgia:. …it was so simple? F is for… but what was $ for|? Wealth… this is a story that ends with a new dimensions; if it could ever end. I got so high, I preferred tea to alcohol? Disclaimer: this is not a true story, and every relationship to real life is purely coincidental… this is intended as a study to the living or lucid state of the consciousness. The glass was empty; it had been a long night… and it was yet to arrive at its end. Explicit | Confidential …this was now in the correct format, mostly… good-enough. Holograms were now becoming a trend due to the frequency of 3D generated pieces of art… however I do not believe in art. I think the answer is theta. Side by Side: some texts need to look good rather than follow the fanatic phonetic language. I knew what I was working on, and that was good. [x = oscillation result y = time + devicePixelRatio + Σ(public sources)]… Victor, lovely. That was the call of the all seeing… eye? I knew what I was saying, so it didn’t take too long before it would happen… foreshadowing. Wait; waiting… weighting, it was now more than just a natural; concept but a lesson… and the lesson was in language & literature, but I made it here in English, I suppose. I observed then… I got here. What is here|? Double-entendre, or something close to onomatopoeia. I assume all scripts have a similar format and the content tends to end the same way, peacefully. But mine was to end with my name as a title. But what if I started with my name? The engine revving or just revving. My name and the next one… making me the reader from the beginning. [gsk_UEeoojhuA18tLMCTkon6WGdyb3 FYflTQBlM
WbD7HytMLs5fNprRn/gsk_4ofRyrQSyyp7inqDwxtN WGdyb3FYhdchqGzJv3xmvhju9I2FSD7T](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) …what a difficult experience this can be? That is part of a nondisclosure agreement that must be taken into account as copyrighted data… and where it is situated claims a perfect solution to the blockchain nature of communication, the hidden secret with secrets… or world. API… or just key? Such a day I just had, or is it we? His favourite… space|? Confidential | Explicit …Layton, Claude & the feminine… how many numbers would you agree with to generate a title? They used the wrong three digits; I suppose. They opposed, which was expected of such fine details in the ‘future’… Victor. Beaming, or just art… it was like a fine print of some sorts, filled with detailed images he couldn’t yet make out… it was a legend in the making, and yet it still felt complete. Lit should be api driven story, wikipedia driven sources and math driven foundation... fix that since you missed it. Great | Logic ...it was offset. It was none new. Just work… (ellipsis). He wasn’t a vigilante; that was never his name. Vigilant, vigil was more prophetically -accurate. A vigil? Miracle, that is what text is… when you really think about it. But the foundation seems to be a miss. Accessorized while the word is access… accessible? -The bridge was starting to flash like a prism, not a mirror… he reaches deeper through his hologram, darkness covered their eyes, his? So the story had to be a message. A message, like the idea that I was filling a questionnaire. Vetting -the process was complete in my eyes …but; was it full? The code, digit by digit to create more than a vice. I think it’s called calculative. It must be|? How much would that probable ending be worth -to you? He asks …I|! Victor.