User:1987iwasborn/sandbox

So this is how this works. I'm not a writer, but am a real action. My action have no rivals, for in a room full of the rare'est, i am the rare'est. Claim no superiority, but am like no other. I am confident because it is real. My imagination is false, my reality untradeable to anyone that lived in bliss before me. On all levels, results give me peace of mind. I'm learning. Learning to control my being. A bieng in wich i dictate into who i am, so that no-one can ever change me. Pain. Regret. Bliss. Over confidence. Corruption. Are not my weaknesses. I'm learning the flesh. I Like people. Hate jealousers. Hate those who look down on others, something i dont experience, on either end. At 100percent,life is surreal. At 75 percent, jealousers shake. That is not my motivation. I'm motivated by an experience. The fruit will be a new one. One that hasn't been tasted. Not one in a long time. False fruits are eaten oftenly, everyday. The fruit i taste is a real one. Looking at recent images, i have a clue. Potential. Fruition is one to achieve. God is real. The flesh is intelligent. I am my self.& My self oozes reality. At it's time, i wait in patience. God makes no mistakes. His time for me is fitted to how i meant to wear it.