It is the last saturday of the month, of the year. It could well be the last saturday of time. But for now it is the last Saturday of 2024.
I did a good turn which was expensive in the only commodity I have. It left me exhausted and there was much of the commodity spent.
I believe that it is too late, but I may be wrong. You can never tell about these things. I have trouble believing how much I have spent on others with no return. It seems to be such a waste. I do not want a tombstone, but if one is forced on me perhaps it should include the words regret and anger.
I don't know, maybe passion and stupidity too.
Thankfully, I don't want a tombstone, because there would be a wicked mess written on it. A lot of random words and phrases. I hate you, i love you should probably be there somewhere. If everyone is stupid, I suppose that means that I'm stupid too.
Maybe a few equations and something that explains what the equations are all so stupid. How they anger me. How I regret the decisions that I blame on the equations.
I am Ozymandias, king of kings, look on my works, you mighty, and despair, I think it goes something like that. there was a guy who knew how to write a tombstone. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/46565/ozymandias
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