A message from 2045, and sleepless writings of possibility.

As an insomniac I write a lot of nonsense down but tonight I thought I'd share this one, unscripted and told like a shy kid in front of the class..with a weak bladder problem.

I hope it kills some time for you, I only go by what is possible and never what I could claim truth until the event happens as we predict but by then it is far too late for normies.
It's up to us, it always was so believe.