I do not write in a avant-garde superior, I write in a more antiquated superior. My state of mind is at a private velocity, and my writings are as far as I can go to declaring in reality. My inscriptions are my voice in general, and literature is yet literature. My art of literature is hitherto amplifying vastly. My superior of knowledge for the algorithmic world is at a slight standstill, and as for methodical studies of the amplitude above us, my knowledge on that term is at an average of declining, yet soon I will alter to achieving perspicacity of my lilliputian doctrine then actualize my ambition to becoming an efficient and poetic composer of anecdote assignments.