[proud]

There are many so-called mistakes in this writing. But what is mistake exactly and why, if we do not want people to understand, do we have to write grammatically correctly?

[proud]

Why I call this a metafiction is of unknown reason. To say something correctly, you are trying to read a story but find none but some stupid lines about some stupid story about some stupid story. Then you might ask yourself why is this not called poetry or architecture. Of the reasons there might have been some jurisdictions that permeate the loss of nostalgia. At one point Nikolai Rubtsov became a man of poetry and still he is right now though the pragmatism is found of vie.

Chapter of a Number or a Name

The name is becoming vital since the vie is of unsimilarity. You are sheathing. You are embedded in a situation of abject humiliation and nepotism.

Forgetmenots might become lavenders since they are both flowers. You are gaining weight of your grandsisters and grandbrothers. Your paraparents and protancestor are at risk because you call them paraparents and protancestor.

The name of the number becomes of ambiguity. It is some lolitas that eat apples and make grotesque protocol. They are of something disgusting.

It is not the name but the number that tells the paradigm of hierarchical monarchy.

It is of unsimilar anachronism.

Thou despisest.

[proud]

When deep loss harmonises with grotesque
They are gaining something they can't make
though similarity of truth is at stake
They have got what I got to be fake.

No thou despisest, thou permeatest
catsaid, catsaid, notwithstandest
Furthermore, furthermore
the language, The Calls.

In a city
In a lake
Cold.