Your life is spent in pieces of paper or plastic with numbers and in pieces of metal with little numbers.
You are born and live to produce it, like a slave. You have a mental war in your head. What meaning does my work have?
Behind the screen is someone who only writes ideas and concepts that come to mind, and perhaps doesn't realize their value or how bad they are.

A mosquito sucks your blood and then it will have other offspring, they die, and the cycle repeats itself, unless something comes along and exterminates that line.

All while your mind liquefies into little pieces and makes a smoothie with all the waste, in the end you vomit this out.

Should a piece of writing be something with logic, given the existence of conceptual and abstract art?

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Now, does this have a meaning?