On the letter C the Hard Way (or Chaoticlockclock)

Fanger than Striction

I am the one creating this: my life is not a novel nor is it, yet, quite, novel (or else we can say every life is a novel novel but that’s another essay maybe)…a work in progress: life continuously correcting causeffecting concatennecting comparing collaborating to corroborate the conclusion: Chaos! Now, you there, construct! This is nature’s order, from the higher-ups (unity, loosely, no monothings): Dis order we have now is boring, depressing, look around you. There is no choice at first one is here that is given then from this moment forward (abstractly) in Spacetime, a worldline describes a curve over a complex surface pro(poppop)pagatin’ along and if that doesn’t make any sense then where?doinOK high-five down-low-too-slow because the future has no definite structure I cannot though I will try so hard to represent this future in my head I might even correctly concoct the concurring correlating convolutions congratulations conquering clocks but even clocks will no longer be clocks at some vanishing point and what then when faced with real Time…

(I got that can’t stop, won’t stop