The human mind is not capable of grasping the Universe. We are like a little child entering a huge library. The walls are covered to the ceilings with books in many different tongues. The child knows that someone must have written these books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. But the child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books—-a mysterious order which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects.
just found a better match to what I want when I was talking to a computer management assistant for thirty minutes. He was leading me around circles telling me there was no way, when I clearly just found a substantially better system.
I seriously could have just looked for this myself goddammit.
It’s a tad bit profane, and might drag on for a bit :[
But please don’t let that make you shy away!
Adam is just an average guy that seems out of luck and out of touch with the world. With his job not making his life any better, he’s struggling to make ends meet, and even gets threatened to get kicked out of his apartment by his roommate, Abigail. When things seem like they couldn’t get any worse, Adam’s life as he knows it changes, and all of the first world problems he thought he had wouldn’t compare to the things that he was about to face
If I don't press the publish button by midnight tonight, kill me.
It’s time to hunker down and finish it.
Make sure to check out the book I’m about to publish called Finding Adam!
Adam is just a college graduate that seems out of luck and out of touch with the world. After losing his job he had drawing concept art for a company, his new, minimum-wage nine to five job is just another tentacle that continues to drag him down to rock bottom. After a history of prodding and pushing to no success, Adam soon gets threatened to get kicked out of his apartment by his roommate Abigail.
When things seem like they couldn’t get any worse, Adam’s life as he knows it changes right before his eyes, and all of the first world problems he thought he had wouldn’t compare to the things that he was about to face.
Her eyes would show me How to look at hers Her shoulders would show these Tired ones to brush with hers Her arms would comfort My body locked in close Shadowing a seemingly Empty vessel Protecting me my Tarnished soul But there are always Other hands Other arms To break her hold