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This text being only a feeble attempt to write a memorable masterpiece has neither sense of existence nor valuable content. The last convulsion of a hand trying to put down human thoughts into a more physical sphere than electric impulses rushing through subsequent neurons. If the author had only known in what order should he place the words to create something truly worthy. Yet, he's not able to presume the sequence so the following words are - as before - meaningless, in opposition to their expected essence. Exerting onself - he looks almost ludicrously. The void of the course that he had chosen reminds with its sense childish jumping above the lines crossing the pavement to avoid disasters which could've occured being stepped on. Nevertheless the pavement at least has a pattern so strongly desired by the lonesome text.
Suddenly the writer stopped writing. He understood that a text concerning lack of sense is an object itself. The text became reasonable.