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sorry it's been a while
i guess i just don't have time to tell all yall about my life, considering time is moving so quickly i can barely keep up with it myself; let alone fill you all in along the way.
but not much is happening, really, just school. oh, and i finished one of my book and started 4 more. by the time i finish them all i will have written 15 books in my 14 years of life. But not one a year of course, more like 7 a year for 2 years. haha.
oh, and every day i hate MATH and LOGIC more and more. i feel that there is no point to either, and i wrote a poem about it. wanna read it? well obviously if you're reading this, you do:
LOGIC LIES (poem)
Hello, I'm Abstract.
Do you remember me?
Remember being a kid...
How you could spend hours
Playing in an empty box
Just because you could imagine
And make it anything
You wanted it to be.
Well, that was me.
And that was you.
But then someone introduced you
To this idea of Logic
According to Logic,
The box was just a box,
Your dreams are only false realities
And some things simply
Just cannot be.
But who's to know?
Why would you believe Logic
Over someone you once knew so well?
Why are things impossible
Just because they are illogical?
Now there's a question
Logic can't answer.
But something else can;
SOmething deep within
Expressed by a brave few...
Called Creativity
Which can, in a sense
Answer honestly to any question
Knowing there's always
More than one answer besides.
Sure, Logic denies this fact,
and says that
Every time we imagine something,
it isn't really there,
and it will never matter at all.
But who is Logic to decide?
And who are we to believe it?
Whoever came up with this idea
Of Logic anyways?
Well,
Logic lies.
Because...
Hello, I'm Abstract.
i guess i just don't have time to tell all yall about my life, considering time is moving so quickly i can barely keep up with it myself; let alone fill you all in along the way.
but not much is happening, really, just school. oh, and i finished one of my book and started 4 more. by the time i finish them all i will have written 15 books in my 14 years of life. But not one a year of course, more like 7 a year for 2 years. haha.
oh, and every day i hate MATH and LOGIC more and more. i feel that there is no point to either, and i wrote a poem about it. wanna read it? well obviously if you're reading this, you do:
LOGIC LIES (poem)
Hello, I'm Abstract.
Do you remember me?
Remember being a kid...
How you could spend hours
Playing in an empty box
Just because you could imagine
And make it anything
You wanted it to be.
Well, that was me.
And that was you.
But then someone introduced you
To this idea of Logic
According to Logic,
The box was just a box,
Your dreams are only false realities
And some things simply
Just cannot be.
But who's to know?
Why would you believe Logic
Over someone you once knew so well?
Why are things impossible
Just because they are illogical?
Now there's a question
Logic can't answer.
But something else can;
SOmething deep within
Expressed by a brave few...
Called Creativity
Which can, in a sense
Answer honestly to any question
Knowing there's always
More than one answer besides.
Sure, Logic denies this fact,
and says that
Every time we imagine something,
it isn't really there,
and it will never matter at all.
But who is Logic to decide?
And who are we to believe it?
Whoever came up with this idea
Of Logic anyways?
Well,
Logic lies.
Because...
Hello, I'm Abstract.