everything sweet can do it.

Since I wasrept. small I've never not had 12something sweet for a whole day, I am sure there isn't and there is and was anything swee121212t enough for me, nothing can make my mouth feel too uncomfortable with too much sweetness. I could even drink pure honey with sugar 1212and chocolate, which I do, and think is amazing. Food is one of the best things in the world, and because I can not get fat, I will eat it infront of all of you and make y123ou suffer the need of chocolate.

one out of ten million thousand.

or

              why they can be important and meanful or be simple devices used to roam and travel                      without the use of any other things unnecessary.       

He was running through the light left in midnight, illuminated by the brightness of the street signs and neon electric adverts that made you notice how far away you were from your department, all space with nothing else but darkness, and a door used to leave that place in which humans made no longer any sense and animals were long ago extinguished by their own flames. thrilled by the date, which changed inmediately as you infiltrated in that place that made him forget all of his dylemas, by searching through this labyrinth in which the only answer were his feet and the only question was no longer asked. the exit was integrated IN the entance but it was clear this individual no longer wanted to leave, as this endless nothing formed now his friends and family, and made him laugh and feel every day as a different person he now was continiously, leaving his body and entering a state of indifference which lead him into missense, he was lucky as he recreated in his mind the fantasy that lead him back out starting or ending from the same place he continued.

A different way.

Flighing downwards or traveling to the place you came of from everything could make sense one    12 3 456 6 78 9 10 1212 1                                                                                                                                                            day.

Floating neither up or down but north and south and east and west follows a river that takes that who sails it into discord and nonsense, a complete different growth among never ending worries that can not be avoided or abolished but have to be taken by those carriers of sudden or not so sudden losses dressed in robes that carry discrace of no one else but themselves following this brook by choice and not by debt or contract, flowing in a different way than other beings, used by the cosmos as pawns on a chess board or being the kings and queens of inexistance; happy while sad and desponent, lucky or luckless as well as inauspicious and desperate we are. 

Or are we?