I could better interpret reality if I learned music theory, enabling comprehensible expression in my beats. Especially the out of tune melodies I'm so gleefully eternizing.
But truthfully, I'm busy. I run a tangible company, take online university classes, work international ops; and I drop distractions continuously, but only in route of extended autonomy. Dynamically leveraging the ratio of distractions and autonomous life between a rock and a hard place, like homemade Bread.
The starchy carb becomes glucose and maltose before I even swallow it, damaging further my ruined teeth, but at least I "made it clean: flour, yeast." Both their soils glyphosate-sodden and sorely tilled.
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