You can't even say anything true can you?
Nope and I've finally made enough progress to think it could never be otherwise.
So can you give a reason or is it just the loose weave that's faded all your details and energy?
A reason: I am a false entity and my rambling bundle of perceptions and explanations have been assembled by this false entity.
A true thing: me
Nobody can rob me of the concept that I am something.
Rob me, please.
Categorize my thoughts.
I'm weary from false order.