Hello, my name is Andrew Zywiec, and I'm going to change the world. The process through which I obtain information is highly exergonic, indicative of the spontaneity by which I become inspired. My mind operates and condenses data at 7.31E14 Hz, and the entropy reduction can only be substantiated by reviewing the enthalpic effects of that which is brilliant, not to mention it explains the electric blue color of my eyes. You see, greatness is achieved through great sacrifice. At the expense of every shred of happiness you would have ever fostered, greatness will wring you dry and you will know what it means to endure. But the feeling is analogous with the sun in the sky. It seems small relative to the horizon, but up close its magnitude is nearly incomprehensible. Speaking in the definitive, let truth be told; My smile carries the weight of heavy years, but the light of promising tomorrows. Seldom is the moment when concise and Socratic vernacular can wield its infinite character and escape my invasive disposition, but when I fall victim to the shallow throes of mediocrity I rise with unparalleled force. I protract with an effervescence that transcends the common grasps of comprehension. The pages of my book will emanate the musty smell of knowledge and bourbon. I heard that Hemingway liked his whiskey, and Poe was hooked on ope. I heard that Einstein fancied a lady, and Cobain shot up dope. I heard that Arnold juiced his pro-card, and that Jesus was a hoax. We all have a ghost in our history. But how I learn...
Live long my Dearest Friend,
Spatter
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