Storyline: Here you can get a glimpse of my imagination, thoughts and vision. I'll try my best to show you the world through my eyes.
Your phone is a powerful tool, but there are other tools around you, you just need to explore. You may find some that brings you joy.
Once I was almost certain that the stars were actually Elon Musk's solar panels
Then I found out they were actually mine...
we communicate;)
Act 1
Elevator Halls Hotel; doors locked, elevator on a mood. Fuck.
Beautiful model. Robotic eyes, she’s a mirror. Dare to look and see yourself. Fuck.
You see?
It’s blue orange and smells like Camel cigarets. Elevator appears, good mood. Supper happy.
Awesome.
You don't need to be able to make it. We can get the boys in. Easily.
Robot eyed girl stares. You just can't stand looking at yourself. You're so beautiful, you wouldn't understand. She feels your pain and looks down. It's a nice ride till the beginning.
From the black pit of the tunnel, lost data rises in radiation waves. They feel it, she smiles, he signs. It rises till the roof. But it’s ordinary, not like a big deal. The doors never open.
In front of the Hotel, the Sun shines. It’s summer time. He loves it, she hates it. They have a lot in common. Walk:
— McDonald's?
—McDonald's.
END
Call me Shakespeare bitch
-Why “TK Elevator”?
I thought you would never ask. I just happened to see the company brand and I thought to myself: “fuck that’s a cool name.” That was it.
-Why there are references to you everywhere, even before you were born?
Because I’m God.
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sad = True
if sad == True:
print("sad stop")
print("be Awesome")
a= 5
b= 3
print(str(a)+str(b))
////helloMotto
You think you are smart
But you deserve to die
You are not coming with us
My spot in LA
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