And so I've been saying it as well. Who's this guy, sorry, who I've just come across by the advent of this social networking site? Though not that identical that can be cast aback objectively, a re-entrant reality as we imagine that there's, or not so that can be cast forth subjectively, a salient reality, though not so, we tend to be so confident to be so--that you should believe, see, understand as I do, as this damning 'I' do.
But the frustration of his and mine differs inordinately, given the case of his and my optics: being there so in its own way, namely that inherently or concretely, and the contrary, just as a contrived phenomenon, like the confidence of what one has dreamed about so vividly, like there being a heatwave, for there being the sundry conditions acting upon creating it to an observer.
"I will leave this world without hearing it. Life has nothing left to offer, I've seen everything, I've experienced everything. But most of all I hate the current era, it hurts! Everything is fake, everything has been replaced, there is no respect for the word given, now all that matters is money and wealth! I know I'm going to leave this world without being sorry!"
Alain Delon
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