The Next World in Publishing

Bull shit this

I don't know about much besides my own limitations. These insecurities of mine have kept my eyebrows down and fingers moving across the keys until I can find out what of my limits I will breach next. They take forever, the complexity of the cloud computer system, prometheus, grows by the day. And it is not like on day one it is 'a' and the next it is 'ab'. That is too easy. Day one it is 'a' and day two it is 'a squared', then the next day the square is squared. Soon I have a fucking headache and just quit it and go back to watching my movies and playing with Lucille. Sure, i know they can be better, but I am not sure if I can make them any better. That fuels the insecurity, and the next day I get back to work. I get back to work because all the other work sucks. School, lack of friends, being totally alone,

Then you are so tweaked that when someone comes up and tries to say something to you, the only thing you can do is go on and on about Mandelbrot sets and E8 mathematical patterns being utilized in logarithms on your which can recognize improvements about organization on your cloud computer's mainframe.

Shit then I met this guy. This crazy, wild eyed, blond hair, dude, that claimed to have a lab in his basement.