IT"S TIME TO GIVE IT UP!

Who would have ever thought about it? Me? No, that's impossible. All, ruled out the possibility. Her? With her mind, with her achievements, with all she has in mind? No, never, undeniably, undisputably, never. I would like to say then, a 4-letter wordie to you all, nonetheless, my savoir vivre, courtesy and aspirations for the furure do unable me to do so. So easy now for me to say "You think you know me?". Not often, have I heard of anybody who'd went on proclaiming that a wise man is lucky. What I heard of, however, is that those who are less than that, do have it in quantities unimaginable even for the greatest minds, for it's enough for the former to use the sage's capabilities,luck is of no use then. As the latter have not been equipped with the source whatsoever, their success is ascribed to the most profoundly superstitioned noun. Back to the core, it emerges that you haven't had the opportunity to fall into neither of these categories. Stop thinking in this bricky bracky wacky way. When I don't give a ... at the varsity, it transcendents itself as being damageable in effects. Sh**, hell with all of that, I don't care about it as much as you think I do.