there's a problem here that no tangential line can solve (no tangible line, either); the line that I walk is a slippery ***** between two parallel paths, equal yet opposite; we're divided. half of us seem to have derived that our doom is contrived, and that multiple factors may have no effect on this at all.
each time I listen to this song, i swear i lose a fraction of my life.
between fervent lists and perfect fifths, and desperate eight note scales.
the other half of us are still striving- and deriving- to find the peak of the function, the sum of it all, the y-intercept, the independent variable and the absolute value of walking (disregarding the negative; waking, sleeping, talking) when, regardless, mistranslations and misconstructions will leave us wrong in the end.