Evernote on Steve Jobs
A personal covid on Steve Jobs.
I’m writing titles. Not because it’s a job. Because it’s a sport. Taking my iPod into gym class was so ideal to me, some of those sparks hit on Twitter as I spark.
The whole purpose of things fell onto me as a child. As a pupil there was some dilute between lukewarm weather and the vast landscape of atmosphere. Phonetically the sky.
If escape us. Sometimes (the mean to fall). To land on our higher chance of surviving even if it doesn’t call for it. In my wallet is that a question? What are the special forces?
How the world quotes “don’t be absurd” fails. Flings. Today’s the chance.
It’s likely the reason I don’t know the truth. Consumerism becomes element after the Ajin. The head falls on coin. That I can flap about.
I don’t think so. A legend. A character. A time between community.
Only if your hypothesis is right
Fine. Vines have various weak points. Even the same to rollouts in love.
I care about Marilyn Monroe. I care about Mary Oliver. I care about Barrack Obama.
Sometimes the flare gun isn’t that special. But when I take my time to a desk I can still feel a casket. A lull.
Decency comes with better backs
Now the choice of resuming is yours. Birthrights fall onto question. Living out the room wields into occasionally. The same kind of head the gapes a smile. Like walls.
It’s just envoyance how we share a room. The time apart. The glides and crater that could have been ounces to a frog. Humidifier. More for example. But how the light leaves us is occupation.
Because when I walk into a room
It’s a reminder. My spell. The op-ed after my mount. When I web like spider and the solitaire split. Hacks itself. Sleight onto another internet time again it’s not all just code.
The throat to share is why you can’t stomach another cake.
But I per say won’t let a parfait fall on it’s party. It’s how you eat!
The noise of a gun is supplement to it’s mean. But wake up today and you’ll guild at how the people conscious pregnancy. A bypass.
Product to noise are ourselves. Moments of metadata. Our digital universe. Our virtual tolls. A reminder that really it is the product no matter how many artificial stems harvest after architect. That it’s okay to dwell. Especially after a mortar. Best the spell.
You know what’s famous of a brick wall? Your brains. Your belief in morning. The sun duplicates. Fathomly a hypocrisy to deadline. Civilization need for more enthusiasm Fast in the catholic church. If you can share tongue in the width of meal times what’s a fallacy to the boil eats. Easter.
Steve Jobs bit into the world Çoffeé. That’s my alter ego, generator 🧬🔎⬛⬜