You either have kind of days, you know, so extremely never ambitious, hardly motivate, that your gloom unexpectedly your the best gift.
Because when you have the best conditoned time, you scarsely can have modesty but your mind is prone to get you in arrogance, and you could unnecessarily sprint into losing everything, as you are wise, you'd scarsely stay away from that your falling eivlous swamp your arrgance makes you, but anyway, when you have no hopeful mind for resuming anything, that time must be the enlightenment for you, rather you'd have appreciate it.

Really doing shooting is never generously regarded act to anybody, in your mind, body and brain, either so unnecessary mind and idea could make whirlpool, then as you like to try, you might shoot out any the kind of emotion and thought, and additionally, you'd make any externally drifting delivish idea, you might shoot out them all with your mind attending state of the art self securing machingun, and to them shot by you could make you some rejoice for collecting so napalm bomb's smell, even that must be better at least than so demoniac arm robotts line, you know!

Anyway, utilized your groom, depression, and any person's mourning lament, and everything as dregs stuck to your mind basement room's floor, and get them shot by your mind gloom shooting heavly bullets and shells out to the stranger external space for you, that could be configulated at different dimension to your world, you know!

Through to bite the bullet with your daily stalemate, rather paradoxically take your immovable cheaper ideas as standing still on your bottom of mind, advantage of switching it into jewelry tasty shiny glittering at your penetrating grimpse!

Shoot, shoot, shoot them all out from your any bottom part in your mind, and brain!

Your shooting gun must emit kind of anytitme touchily differentiated smoke reaction, and to each of them, you have to keep that smell in your mind, so strictly, with that smelling memory, you'd step forward to next step for promising you a next stage, you are the supreme dancer on the stage with excellent singers and any instrument players, swing your body, and never again welcoming your deadlock and despair, and reloard all bullets again and make you advance!

And, smell your shooting bullets making smoke reaction, and that your brain's certain memory must guide you to the strictly evolved next phase in your long life!

Wish your all in you have a steadily simmering hopeful glitter!
The one pushing your back must be yourself as the one who can make the world reformatively corrected into sparkling flashy shooting star, you are either the  astronaut to fly around unidentified universe you'd make it found in your dream and that embodiment!

Love your gloom for projecting anything around your any upcoming future!

Any junk must stand by your decisive shooting and that diffused footprint you'd see must make you another phased future appearance!

Jan. 30th.       2022