in-deed

i've just realised that i was tuned in to a chinese radio station for the past half an hour.

of course as always, in-genunine-nity disgusts me, but perhaps from where it springs forth, the root is shrouded in modesty? but that alone does not make what is not real more real.

as always, i am writing for myself.

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dinner was grilled fish and on the way to the center i saw many cars with people dressed in white. not one, not two but three or four inside. white, the colour for purity.
which means that i did not see anyone dressed in black, the opposite of black.

speaking of which, i for once, am reading an amy tan book - the opposite of fate.

indeed.