slips and guts

this writing is total bare.
Sometimes getting overwhelmed into some places that we are not exactly belonged comes into our writings:
Thirty years ago, I was with jade and pussycat.
Hundred years ago, I was that way or did the mission in a way I already exist. ] Any debris writing you hold for yourself. Just for reminder of one special era of life. it is more common that you imply you did exist in the matter doesn’t really mattered you. This is kind of rehearsal. You have never been pointed by scorns. It is almost treasure confrontation of new world life. It is more than experiencing even though it is not yet experienced. It is about to describe distributed sense of being on one place – The treasure always claimed and now it is going to happen. To produce. To navigate. Maybe it is too late. Written slips that now could traversed in depth. [